"You're not so bad yourself," she grinned, sitting back on her haunches and waggling her eyebrows meaningfully, "but I believe the famed Templar discipline could have used a little polishing."
She rolled her shoulders in her damp leathers, the material beginning to stiffen and shrink slightly, and here she was without any paraffin or oil to soften it again. Damnation. Oh well; she'd be back out in the rain soon enough, most likely. "Well, I'm pretty sure you don't want to hop roofs all the way back to the Chantry, and I for one am in no hurry to try and get you out that window without dropping you on the cobblestones like a watermelon. So, is there any harm in staying till dawn, at least?" Another toothy smirk. "It's hardly the first time you stayed out past your curfew, after all."