“You underestimate the hold on me, than.” He sighed and shuffled his feet in place, looking down at his paperwork as a means of not meeting her eyes. “If I do leave, it is with a Templar Escort. Granted, there are times I manage to avoid an escort, but I always hear about it later.” As for the taste of freedom…he’d had it before. Sure, it wasn’t a calm stroll near the ocean or a peaceful tread through the city in the company of someone who wasn’t trying to strangle him, but he had been out on his own and hadn’t liked it. People stared. And if they didn’t stare, they attacked.
Orsino didn’t bother dodging her question, even if she was only teasing. “I am trying. For your sake and mine.”
The woman was relentless; she knew nothing about giving up, for the word was not part of her life’s vocabulary.Gripping the edge of the desk, she pulls herself up to settle right on top of it. Fingers danced over to his tower of paper and gathered a few into her hands, “Try to have some excitement in your life, First Enchanter, you do not know when you will meet your end.” Her legs crossed as she started looking over things, as if keeping herself busy.
She was not moving out of this office until he agreed to her offer.
“We can sneak out under the cover of night,” Sarah didn’t look at him directly, just from the corner of her eyes, “Maybe leave the city walls entirely, dodge bandits along the way.” Languidly, the paper work she collected rested at her thighs, “..and perhaps I can give you a taste of my gifts.”