She favored him with a slanted smirk at the comment about the other Templars, canine teeth showing in the corner of her mouth. "Ah, another like your unfortunate blonde friend and his luck with cards and chairs? I'm sure I could find the kindness in me to acquaint him with Denerim's charms." Oh yes, what a wonderful day that would be, and Aurin seemed a perfect partner in which to perpetuate such a crime....
.... too perfect, really. Trust was more valuable than gold on the streets of Denerim, and Aurin had not quite earned more than a candle-flicker of hers. There had to be some catch, some favor expected of her. But she smiled and tilted her head, and said, "You are coming dangerously close to being charming, Ser Aurin. Is this what you do, then?" A teasing tone, a slight hooding of those indeterminate eyes. "Bait beautiful women in gritty bars, then attempt to steal their favors out from under their noses?" Romancing the stone, indeed.