[h2][center]Nori[/center][/h2]

Nori continued to watch as Jarde jogged, still considering if she should join or not. It nothing else, it would possibly alleviate the poor man's embarrassment in doing this alone. And his mangling of the lyrics was, while entirely understandable, upset her constitution on a level she wasn't aware of having. There was also the possibility her mistress did curse him, and she would be remiss not to clean up after her masters pranks. 

Something grabbing her ears quickly pushed the idea from her mind, now replaced with the rage of a million fluffy rabbits in a meadow. She draws akaiittou with unimaginable speed, twisting slightly so the sword lay uncomfortably close to her assailants neck. “Unhand my ears this instant you...” She begins.  Nori regards the woman as best she can from her angle, by all accounts she seemed a maid, though the figure and the...more liberal aspects of the dress suggested something else all together. “Serving whore.” She says, deciding that is the best fit for the woman.