His demonor continued to change; it would have been frustrating, had the lady not already had her fill today. She rolled her eyes at his first comment, only imagining what kind of painted [i]thing[/i] he would have spent his night with.

"Plans?" she repeated his last thought, and chuckled. "My life is too uncertain to make any kind of plan, my lord."

Still, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to being hungry. So, while her suspicion still rang high, she gave him a small bow. "A begger can never say no to free food, my lord," she said. "I am grateful."

"May I purpose an idea, before you go?" Lola quipped. "One that would forgo the need for irons, yet allow his lordship to keep his new 'partner' out of danger?"

Miranda turned. "I'm listening."

The healer smirked, and stood up.

"I have in my possession, as a needs of payment from some," she said. "Various finery for women. Why not simply put a dress over the mouse and tell the court she's a friend of a friend you're watching out for? I imagine half of what you tell is lies anyway, what's one more?"

"Hey!" The red-head said, twitching. "Who are you calling a mouse?!"

Lola narrowed her eyes. "Trust me, my friend," she said, lowly. "Amidst the courtiers, it's all you'd be as you are now; and they'd gut you on sight."