Of course Briar had waited. Not that she hadn't been known to tease in the past, but it was usually someone who deserved it, and to her knowledge Xavier had done nothing to earn her spite. So instead she leaned against the doorway and waited leisurely, comfortable as anything as she watched the moonlight reflect off the bottle. It would be a good night for a flight tonight. Maybe after.
After whatever. She hadn't planned this at all, but that was fine. Keeping the illusion of being from Aurelle was the hard part, but she could manage. Surely.