Was it too much to hope that the lice that inhabited her bed had migrated onto him? Still, the smile reached her eyes, though maybe not for the reasons he'd have liked.
"Yer serious 'bout notchin' yer belt, aren't ye?" She went up on her tippy-toes, staring at him hard, her smile turning to a leer. "Make no mistake, churl, I bed who I want t'bed. Read t'me, an' take half th'coin in that bag back wi' ye. I ain't no doxy, barterin' kisses an' sex. Take th' coin, an' buy yerself some sweet little whore t'cool yer loins."
The leer twisted, her expression momentarily flickering to heat. Her fingers tapped along her thigh, the rhythm quick and irritated.
Had he guessed? That would be most unfortunate.
"Yer serious 'bout notchin' yer belt, aren't ye?" She went up on her tippy-toes, staring at him hard, her smile turning to a leer. "Make no mistake, churl, I bed who I want t'bed. Read t'me, an' take half th'coin in that bag back wi' ye. I ain't no doxy, barterin' kisses an' sex. Take th' coin, an' buy yerself some sweet little whore t'cool yer loins."
The leer twisted, her expression momentarily flickering to heat. Her fingers tapped along her thigh, the rhythm quick and irritated.
Had he guessed? That would be most unfortunate.
