The next morning Seris awoke to find himself covered in the silken sheets and alone, his arm stretched over the now cool spot that once held Natesha. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking around and seeing Natesha at her desk, filling out paperwork while humming a small song under her breath. A low laugh leaves his throat, his hand rising to push away his mussed hair as he slides from the bed before he strides to the book case near her and tilts his head to look down at her. "Good news on the paperwork front?"
"Dear Maker! Don't sneak up on me like that..." the redheaded woman gasps out as her quill drops and she grabs her chest. She looks up to him and makes a face, laughter threatening to make her lose the attempt at a stern expression."And actually I am filling out some reports from other things I have done recently before I deal with Madame Viviene's stylist."
"Stylist?" Seris asks,his lanky form coming off the wooden case and he extends a hand to her,the want to hold her again, even if for a moment, strong. "And why is Madame Viviene's stylist coming after you?"
"I have to be well dressed to go into the Masquerade. I have a meeting with her seamstress and stylist so I will have a proper look for when I go in. I am praying that whatever they choose will allow me to change easily. Gowns can be a pain if you don't have someone to assist you getting into them."
As she spoke she reached up and took his hand, allowing him to pull her into his arms, a sign to him that the night before had not just been a fluke. His head lowered and he nuzzled her neck, a small smile hidden as he heard the exasperation in her voice at the thought of needing to get in and out of a ball gown. "And why would you need to change so often to need a gown that makes the process easier?"
A soft sigh left her throat, though he did not miss the shiver his actions caused to slide over her, goosebumps rolling over her flesh as she leaned her own head to rest on his shoulder. "Because I am not going for pleasure. We found a plot against the Empress and I will more than likely need to get into my armor more often than I would like."
He laughed at that, the baritone sound seeming to relax her small frame as his hand stroked down her back. He straightened and kissed the top of her head before stretching slightly. "I suppose I should let you finish your work then, Tesha. One question though... Who is the person who invited you?"
"Duke Gaspard I believe is who invited us to come in as his guests. Why do you ask?" She replies, already moving back to the desk, casually swooping up her quill as she sits. Seris walked over to wear parts of his armor were, picking each one up and laying it on the bed.
"Because I always get invited personally to these things and I believe I have an invite to this one. I have no idea why nobles continually send me the blighted things. I only go to maybe one a year, if they can find me to give me an invite at all. However if you will be there... I think I can dress in my best to impress the Orlesians and maybe have a dance with a certain fiery mage."
The rogue watched as a blush climbed her cheeks as he pulled his breeches on, the corner's of his eyes crinkling as he tried to keep from chuckling at her expression of embarrassment. Her head lowered, curtaining her face among the silken locks of ruby red silk in an attempt to hide her blush. He paused in his dressing to studying his heart squeezing slightly as he realized she had no idea the kind of piranhas the Inquisition were forcing their leader to face.