Following with an irritated flicker in his step, Lorne followed the lady knight out of the dining room. He resisted the urge to spit on their fancy stone floors, if only to not make his interactions with the woman leading him through the halls anymore awkward than they had to be. **"As conceited as he sounds, yeah, I suppose I have. Gold is gold at the end of the day."** He said as he strode behind her confidently. Being a sellsword of sorts would probably harm his reputation further, but there wasn't any point in lying about it. The mention of being stuck on bean counting duty made him sneer. He was hired to kill, not count the deficit between pointy bits and poles to put them on. But, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. For the time being, he had this girl to deal with.

At the very least, she was more pleasant without her ladies and lords watching over her shoulder. The 'sir' remark got a bit of a grin out of the hardened Feroxi. **"Name's Lorne. Mind if I ask yours? Not often I come across a smilin' knight, let alone such a pretty one."** The warrior retorted, the slightest bit of flirtation coming across in his smile. Chatting up a soldier on duty wasn't the best idea, but a compliment never hurt anybody and they had time to kill.