Cyrdic looked positively feral as his eyes locked with the woman, hackles risen and lips curled into a snarl. He felt a slight warmth from his sword, though not nearly as loud as it was with fighting Chaos spawn. Still, this woman has a quality about her that he found extremely unnerving, despite the obvious promise of pleasure she elicited with her every movement. 

For her part, the woman seemed a tad impressed at Cyrdic, and she raised an eyebrow. Ricardo took his cloak from behind him, and billowed it above the flame before snuffing it out. "Figlio di puttana! Someone would have heard that." He hissed, swiping the cloth back and rolling it up. 

"Well we better get a move on, shall we?" She said, running a finger up Ricardo's neck, the man groaning at her touch. She chuckled, and sauntered over to the window with a sway of her hips. It was a heavy thing, but she opened the sill as if it weighed nothing at all. She held it open for the others, and gestured they come through. 

"No," Cyrdic said, the word coming from somewhere deep within himself. The woman tilted her head, and then shook it. "Oh, worry not my Imperial. If I sought to harm you, I would have done it as you traversed the rooftops before you entered this place. Now come, we have a comfortable place for you all to speak with me..." 

Despite his wariness and better judgement, he gave in to her suggestive voice, seeing the logic in her words. The Ostlander relaxed, and sheathed his sword as Camilla and Ricardo exited the window atop a thatched roof, the enchanting woman promising they would not need to go far to relax once again. 

So fixated on the effect she had on them, it seemed to take merely a moment before they entered into her extravagant lair...
[@Penny]