She quirked one of her brows and stepped right up against the stool he was perched so finely on. Vedette was sure that somewhere Ithacles harbored something besides just friendship for her. It wasn't as if she was an idiot. Any man who wasn't already happily married to a beautiful woman, or old, would look at her and see something they liked.
She of course, hid it very well at times with a uniform and a bow which sang when it killed something, or someone.
Did she feel something else for Ithacles? Her body was saying yes, her heart was, her mind was exceptionally blank though. If he hadn't been sitting down this would have been easier, but still she filled about all of his personal space up with herself. Leaning forward, but not quite up against him.