"I seem to recall a lot of your own praises to the Maker, if memory serves," she grinned back, eyebrows in the vicinity of her hairline. "Though I must admit, I'd never heard the Chant used in quite that way...."
As for his question? Az answered more in actions than in words, moving silkily forward - betrayed only by the squeaking of her leathers - to set a knee to either side of Aurin's hips, which incidentally gave him quite the lovely view of the fox-and-wolf nestled in the valley of bliss. "Only if you'll help me with these leathers, brave Ser Aurin." She tugged lightly at her own shoulder, the chocolate hides puckering under her touch, reluctant to part from her flesh. "They're a bit... stiff. I may need someone to tear them from my body." From the angelic expression on her face, butter would not melt in her mouth, she was so innocent.