Panthea looked between the two. He was attractive. No! Damnit Penny! You're here to protect Peyton! He's not attractive, even if he is. He's a potential creep. Just look at the way he's grinning all nice and sweetly. Devious! That was devious! Pen followed Peyton to the bed and flopped down on it. She hadn't mastered her projection yet, but she'd get fierce if she had to.
For now she was pretending to be nice. She smiled, getting comfortable. "What sort of history are you interested in?" Pen smiled, sounding like her normal cheery self. She was not usually this defensive. Penthea was a meek individual usually. She was just on a little power high from her earlier magical success.