Fiora chuckled and put her arm around Garran's. "Exploring it is... if we don't get interrupted by the guards or another brawl it is. Lead on then, kind sir." She replied with a genuine smile of happiness. When was the last time she felt so at ease? Life in Dumont hadn't been entirely miserable, especially not when she had the company of the other street rats like her who formed a surrogate family of sorts.

With Garran, the peace she felt was different. Despite his knack of getting into fights, she felt she could let down her guard around him. Perhaps it was simply because her reputation as a thief was restricted to Dumont, and after finally leaving the city, she no longer had to walk around in disguise or keep looking over her shoulder to ensure she wasn't being tailed by guards any more. She didn't have to worry about starving or finding shelter or an empty bath and clean clothes, for that matter.

"It's my first time on a date too, being a street rat who makes a living off thieving doesn't leave much room for romance." She confessed, giggling. "But it means I'm quite expensive to keep, so you might need to stop spending so much on your drink." She was teasing like she usually did, but there was just something different about it today. Even Fiora was hard pressed to put her finger on it, and for a silver-tongued thief that was saying something indeed.