Sabine sat with her legs curled to one side. She had her fist against her knee, clasped in her other hand tensely. She gave the prostitute a look and cleared her throat. Even with the man's features, she was far too nervous to distract herself with thoughts of joining Colours' [i]misbehaviour[/i] tonight.

She hoped that Kaleeth or Colours would talk him away. Sabine was not so lucky, even when Colours came back. She spoke quietly, almost too quiet for the Breton man to hear. "No, thank you. We are just waiting for...for now..."

Sabine stopped herself before blurting out exactly who they were waiting for.