Even after Sarah slipped past him, Orsino stood in the doorway a moment longer, ignoring her taunting comment of not to be surprised. He had almost not recognized her, thought that familiar tease she had was a dead give away. He turned toward her, his hand still residing on the handle, when she motioned for him to shut it. He slowly obliged to her request, shutting the door slowly and carefully as to not to raise suspicion, and recollecting his composure, finally spoke.
“Maker’s Breath, what are you doing here?” He questioned her with a slight edge to his voice, though he had no intended to sound as such, and stepped closer. “Were you not stopped? Recognized? Were the Templars who caught you that night not on duty?”
When the door was finally shut, Sarah released a deep breath and undid her cloak’s clasp. The man probably had numerous questions, and before she was able to even finish that thought - already they spilled from his lips. Folding the cloth in her arms, she had made herself at home and rounded the desk to find the chair to situate herself upon.
A mocking look of hurt crossed her epicurean features just as her gaze fell to his own. “Are.. are you not happy to see me?” Oh she couldn’t possibly hold back her smile, for it came suddenly after speaking those words. “Do you not smell the perfume? If you remember correctly, it was the same as the love letter you had received prior to my coming, weeks past. Oh Orsino, I am sure your apprentices and Templars alike will be buzzing with the presence of your lover coming to see you.”
That was how she did it.
“As far as those abusive Templars, I didn’t see them. I really doubt they would recognize me unless I took off the hood. I was caked with dirt and blood, dressed like a male and even hid away my curvature from sight.” Sarah comfortably sat, simply watching him with a scrutinizing gaze, “I didn’t give them a chance to stop me,” soft lips pursed, “And if they did, I would claim that I was here to see the man that has rejected me and attempt to win him back.” Painted lips were moistened, “How do you stop a woman scorned?”
Crossing her legs at her knees, she brushed her peasant dress admiringly. It was rather dull in color, but she had not worn such an attire in quite awhile - she almost missed the freedom it gave her legs, “Well besides giving them a bit of a life, if I had to, I initially came here to see if I can get you out of here. I was rather blessed in the alienage by meeting this dear girl named Merrill. The darling gave me a few clothes to wear - I figured I would put them to good use, perhaps go out for a walk.” Then her gaze narrowed as that wicked grin surfaced, “With an escort..”