"I don't care if he enjoyed Miss Ashton," Alyssana retorted, before making a visible effort to calm herself.  It wasn't Walter to blame, nor was he the one she was angry with.  "Mistake or not, it still happened, Walter."  She sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair back from her face.  It had escaped its pins on her flight over.  "Look, I'll make you a deal.  If I can destroy whichever scent it was that he used, I won't confront Finnegan over this."  It was a generous offer, to her mind, letting Finnegan go without a single word.  Then again, she was sure Walter would report to his brother about her irritation, and her demand.  Slightly underhanded, perhaps, but the offer was still a good one.  Alyssana avoided breaking her word once she'd given it.  "The offer's good until he joins us.  If I don't have it by then, Finnegan gets the sharp side of my tongue.  I need to be sure this won't happen again."