At his response, Elia sighed and rolled her eyes. "You know, when I first came to the Cirque I thought that your secrets were very alluring," she offered, watching him approach without shifting her position. Only when he stopped before her did she slide to her feet, her hands moving to smooth familiarly over his shirt. "Now, of course, I know you're as troublesome as you accuse me of being."
Troublesome, and bothersome in the fact that he was still alluring. There were things about Kennet that still pulled at her, still tugged at her consciousness. Like the taste of his power on the back of her tongue – not power that she craved any longer, really. But power that she missed the touch of, that she missed feeling curling around her own. "And that your secrets are easily the most troublesome part. What would you like me to do, Kennet? Walk the ward-lines with Marcus? Have Issac test the Stone Lions with his chaos magic?"