Kenna was really starting to damage his composure. Not because he was angry at her but because he thought she was freaking hilarious. Her...he wouldn't call it innocence...candidness was slowly chipping away at his conviction that this was a serious moment and possibly educational for her so she could see that not everything between a man and a woman had to be sexual. It was important teenage kids learned that. Or...at least, it made sense. He couldn't really remember being a teenager. Which was almost sad but also a relief. He was sure he had done some pretty embarrassing things. What teen didn't?
"She'll be leaving tomorrow," Treat automatically responded, although he realized the fatal flaw in his plan. If it worked, then Tanith might actually be persuaded to stay longer if they couldn't otherwise figure out the source of the dreams. And then what would Kenna have to say? Lots, he imagined, none of it appropriate. Though the idea of him marching into Tanith's bedroom unannounced with sex on the mind was almost enough to get him doubled over in laughter. Instead, a small smile lifted the side of his lip for a second before he forced his face back into composure. "Kenna, this woman can kill me. I mean in the very literal sense of I would be dead and you would be homeless. I highly doubt that breaking into her room and provoking a very light trigger finger is a good idea."