While Emma was far from superstitious, she knew what her ancestors were like. Enchanters were known for their mischievous behavior and love of games. As children, an enchanter was raised to view others as a challenge. Competition was bred into their very beings and they were conditioned to look at life as an obstacle course. Some may have thought they were paranoid, but it was because of their notorious control and strength of mind that allowed them to rise above the other arcanists. They may not have believed in a God, but she had been raised to respect their Ancient. Invading on the grave site of a protector would be considered an insult. For whatever reason the artifact, if it even existed, rested with it's protector. And whatever that reason may have been, it was enough to give her pause as it was a highly unusual decision.
“Around you there’s always a reason to be concerned.”
Cole may have been temporary leader of the Conclave, but Emma couldn't help but question his qualifications. On the outside he appeared two dimensional--a typical male about to reach his thirties. Women were clearly on his mind and yet deep down she couldn't help but wonder if the image was all a rouse. Did he just act like a big goof because he could or was he really a complete twit? Despite her blunt and truthful statement, she was of course teasing in her own way.
If Cole thought it would be easier to manipulate her in this fashion, he would be sadly mistaken. The way he pronounced her his darling was enough to send her brow towards the heavens as she picked up on his not so subtle hint. So they were going to play it that way? There hadn't been a need of course as she could have simply charmed the concierge to do as she suggested without the need for a false pretense. He probably just wanted to get his kicks off.
“Because sweetheart you’re in the dog house like the mangy mutt you are.”
The enchantress responded back in kind as two could easily play this game of his. The forced smile on her lips and tightness of her tone would be enough of a warning for the conjurer. She would play the part for the benefit of their third party, but he wasn't about to get away with it.
“Some warning would have been appropriate, don’t you think so?”
As they rode the elevator up, she refused to look his way. This charade was utterly ridiculous and pointless. Her head tilted towards the side as she stared at the back of a man's head. When the elevator pinged their floor, she stepped around the man to exit as they followed a long hallway down to a room marked five-one-five. It faced the dense national forrest which she noted the moment he swung the door open for her. His grin was not missed as the single bed came into focus. Before she could berate him for his presumption, he walked towards a second door that swung to an adjacent room but smaller room.
“In your wildest dreams Gray because that’s the only time or place you’d ever find me shagging you.”