The DuPuis household was safely asleep, dreaming Orlesian dreams of Orlesian luxuries abandoned in their exile to the Free Marches. The butler was, as always, asleep on his feet, thus no one heard the throaty chuckle and drunken snigger of a pirate lass leading her beau into the family treasure room.
"Step lightly, unless you want a blade up your arse," Isabela whispered to Fenris as she pushed the door closed. "There's a trap trigger right over there."
Fenris managed a whispered growl. "Why are we here? It's just like my mansion."
Isabela danced over to him and draped her arms over his shoulders. "Because, lover, after a while, it's only fun if it's illegal."