Bianca's full lips tightened briefly in anger barely suppressed, but after a time spent gazing, fiery and determined, into Cassio's eyes, she seemed to relent, backing away with a visible deflation of her aggressive, haughty stance as she nodded to him, disconsolate.
"Indeed," she said, a measure of venom yet crackling in her sultry voice. "I will most certainly see you at a...later time. Though I think the choice not wise, I see there is no persuading you of my necessity of purpose. Good day."
Turning away from Cassio with an indignant toss of her curls, she blew a saucy kiss in the direction of the young soldier Lucentio, and leveled a smile at Iago as she passed him by.
"Try not to lose your way again, karakiozi, nei?" she called teasingly to the former. To the latter she added, raising a brow towards Cassio in sheer spite, "As for you, kýrie, I do hope we will meet again, if only to exchange some measure of wit. I do believe such a contest would delight me greatly." And then she was gone, a bright shadow in the grim gray light of the morning, a fairy creature to enchant and disappear at will.
In faith, her audacity was most refreshing, Cassio thought, though he could not help but cringe at her temper. Such displays were not meant to be viewed in public eye...though truly, even her most trenchant outbursts amused him, for he felt his lust for her grow as she raged, and felt it rise yet more when she whispered words of undying love and devotion into his neck. Never before had a lady (of the night or otherwise) been so very adamant in professing her love for him, though he truly did melt the hearts of them all. Loath though he was to let these soldiers (Iago most of all) glimpse his less-than-virtuous private life, but...well. He had to admit that her devotion was quite satisfying.
Still...these were thoughts for the darkness and sensual shadow of night. The daytime, bleak and saturnine now, urged action of a nature more grave. Returning to the Citadel. Informing Othello and the search party of their discovery of Iago. Reassuring Emilia that her husband did indeed live... And, most importantly, discovering the truth.
"Come," he said, turning from Lucentio and Iago to begin the trek back to the fortress, irritably running a hand through his intricate coiffure in an attempt to salvage it from the air's moisture...to no avail, of course. "Our haste-posthaste return is, I think, the best course to take, for the sakes of the sanity of all those left behind."