The Lady, filled with poise and honor, found it very difficult not to let the moment drop into crass humor and obvious innuendo. Glenn had much the same problem, it seemed, since he looked as if he were attempting to swallow his tongue. She cleared her throat instead of offering any reply.
Gloria's comments were made with a passive, dull-witted smile and a compliment to them both. Egris' eyes slanted over to Glenn and then heavenward. Her opinion on his response was obvious. She watched as Gloria left the two of them to wait, likely impatiently, outside the tavern. The two pillars of politics came together, arms clasped with familiarity. Her head bent towards him as if they were sharing secrets. "I do not enjoy this act that you're playing, Burnie," she rumbled - her voice terse despite the false smile upon her features. "As far as I know, our last argument did not claim your manhood. Grow some teeth or you will be useless to me and I will shackle you in some tower to be rescued," she goaded.
She blinked, startled, when he drew her a little closer to his side. Just a little rougher than he, perhaps, intended. She glanced sidelong at him with a glint in her eyes, the flat of his sheathed blade against her thigh. "Mind your sword, Burnie. I have no need for it," she remarked, unable to let the opportunity pass her by again. "Nor your tongue," she added, seeking to drop a quick peck to the planes of his cheek. She was safe in her teasing - Glenn never reciprocated. He'd made a vow.
Toothless.