She raised a brow. The idea of Matthrew playing at seduction was nearly as incongruous as Gareth trying it. Not that Gareth didn't know how to get her dress off, but he'd never shown any inclination to flirting. It seemed to be a very Southron approach in general.
"Would I so betray you, Matthrew?" Kyra put a hand to her throat in mock horror, but her grin spoiled the effect. "I solemnly promise that in the unlikely event you ever discover any advances or develop any idea of how to go about such things I shall certainly not reveal their nature or intent."