Elia laughed at the scowl and put her hood back. "It's not fair. You always know it's me," she said with a sort of tired attempt at a pout. "I ought to get to scare the hell out of you sometimes too, you know."
She didn't make a move to get up but put the book down. She eyed the dagger and rolled her eyes. Boys and their weaponry. She bit into another slice of orange and considered the pile of parchment again, obviously debating how much or what sort of chaos she could make of it in how short a time. Say for instance the amount of time it would take Myrwin to cross the room. Just why she was in the mood to bait him she couldn't quite fathom. But she had missed him. That was probably it.
"I haven't touched your desk... yet. I heard you won a ridiculous amount of gold off of William Stark's sister." Elia glanced at her brother then. "You aren't going to take a wolf to bed are you?"