Julia jumped up from the position in which she rested, grabbing the dagger from under her pillow. 

She was dressed in dingy white cotton trousers, and a white peasant shirt, blue ribbon strung through the seems. Jules stared at the man for a few moments, there was a look in her eyes which shouted disbelief and rage. She held the dagger out towards him in the same manner he aimed his sword at her, but it was clearly an instinctive move. Her eyes darted around the room as she looked for a way out of this. The art of seduction was a cheap trick, even she knew this. And while it fooled the man downstairs, it was clear it wouldn't do anything to Corvus. The room was dark, but what he could see of her, she looked no older than perhaps 20? The slight point of her ears poked through her fire red hair. She was sure no one had followed her, how could they be that quick?! Obviously he was, otherwise he wouldn't be standing there in her room, his sword looking to draw her blood. She moved slowly from the bed, her step was shaky at first. Only a fool would think they could defeat this man in her state, with only the small dagger as her weapon. But her words came out quicker than her thought process took to access the situation. 

"I better explain myself?!" she repeated slowly, anger seeping through her words, "What business is it of yours?"