
Zhi had expected Targaryen to have something clever, something flirtatious to say. That she was paranoid, wary, carried over into the tense lines of her body. She watched him. He watched her.
She knew he was dangerous.
After a pause, she spoke into the pearl. "Should I take him t'yer ship? Taverns're too busy this time o'night -- an' ye weren't tryin' very hard if it took ye that long."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. She smiled, then. At Targaryen. "'Less ye liked me smell, boss." Her voice was a rough caress.
She knew he was dangerous.
After a pause, she spoke into the pearl. "Should I take him t'yer ship? Taverns're too busy this time o'night -- an' ye weren't tryin' very hard if it took ye that long."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. She smiled, then. At Targaryen. "'Less ye liked me smell, boss." Her voice was a rough caress.