Looking at her men, Arlia turned to Nigel with a coy smile and whispered, "Not if I can help it." She looked at the men behind her and spoke to them in Italian. The men's faces turned from a shade of amusement to variants of blood red as she gave them a coy look. A few of them cleared their throats and apologized in Italian and, as she and Nigel walked back to her room, the men parted ways into their own room, giving the two a moment to themselves.