Well, that was a nice smile. It surely wasn't just brought on by her charming self, though she wasn't sure if it was the new voice. Perhaps she'd stick with it for a bit, see if the light mood stuck around before she changed it up like she planned. Remembering things that made people happy were useful, "It's not a matter of sticking, it's a matter of getting them back after." There were, indeed, a few knives hidden about her person. Though she was no great fighter, sometimes the appearance was more important than what laid beneath.
Actually. That was sort of her general life motto.
There was a ornery energy that she carried around him, a unique thing that she was oddly comfortable with. Different than the sly thief or the merry tavern girl, it contrasted with his laid-back air nicely. Especially like this, fuzzy and lethargic as he was. It was cute.
Her hands ran along his blankets and sheets, a look of clear disapproval on her face at the roughness there. Part of her would always miss the luxury of her father's house. It pleased her that he didn't shove her away, though this time she only leaned on him a bit after the kiss instead of getting quite as into his space like at the festival. Briar had no respect for personal space unless the job called for it, even as a kid and it had just gotten worse as she had gotten older.
Briar shrugged casually, "I like being Wren. And it's nice to have company when I'm being petty." A real truth, if not the whole one, and really she should be commended for that. She swayed next to him on the bed just slightly, an old song in her head that she didn't want to place but was content to hum under her breath. Friends with someone who held a position of authority sounded like such an alien concept to her, so strange she shoved it away. Dislike welling up in her almost instinctually, "What is it you do here anyway, do they pay you to walk around and look cute or what?"