"Once one opens her door," Iris said, in a quiet voice that was somehow different from the rest of her conversation, "it is hard to get it shut again." She paused, licking her lips by the sound of it, then hastily added, "Not that I'm worried about Mr. Marion, of course." Her head tilted a little over her shoulder, then rested on the curve of his chest. That scent was strong in her hair, laced through every strand, soft with ease. It was odd being carried. She wouldn't like getting too used to it, it might leave her open in dangerous ways, but for right now...