Long enough said nothing. But Fenrir was not the kind of Elf that said much to begin with so she'd have to accept that he'd been there either the entire time, or beginning knocking back minutes and wondering how long was too long. No reason for her to fret, what did he care if she hadn't enjoyed her time with Banning. In fact, who was he to care about anything that happened that involved her, or her family. He was here to fight, wasn't he? But not here for that now. Unless he knew something she did not know.
Thinking too much.
There were many things she could have said to his second statement. But she did not feel like walking into the obvious. What would make it more interesting? That was something a young maiden might say, to the great Fenrir the Bronze. He was known throughout these lands, and probably in a few she'd never been to, and the younger the maiden the more likely he'd be able to find someone who wanted to bed a legend and have that to tell her friends. Filth enjoyed things like that. She could have told him to get out and paid for it in her own blood.
But the question was, why did he sneak into her bedchamber if it wasn't an assassin, as he didn't seem to be looking for one. She could have made it interesting, the thought crossed her mind vividly. But offering herself to him in hopes that he'd stay around to keep Alvir alive didn't sound right in her head. Not that he wouldn't have taken the offer, she knew exactly how beautiful she was. To any man. Even if he was a legend. But because it didn't play into his particular game. It would have been like payment. He didn't want payment. He liked this game. He liked the challenge.
So why was he here.
"Were you looking for something?" As if he'd lost something in her bedchamber, she tried to stay unreadable.