Being compared to a horse in a sideways sorta way should have offended her, but her mood was uplifted and besides she had been compared to worse. By kin even. So instead she just smiled at him over her shoulder and giggled.
Briar nodded, "That lock, even the door was all Bellailes upper class" A casual hand at the furniture around them and even the art, "So is this. I just happen to be very familiar with that." A little piece of home this was, which made her wonder how much of Tucker's stay here was voluntary. Briar had been avoiding gossip from back home since her arrival, and she was regretting it. Even more, since she did ask around and found out why Beau was here, or what the rumor mill said the reason was at least.
(Though she didn't regret avoiding this place, for so many reasons.)
"Don't get used to it." She muttered, knowing he'd be able to catch it. Any impact the words had was lessened by an accidental fond tone before she took off with light steps, counting on the layout of this place being Clovennian even if the building wasn't. It had been a bit since she had to truly be sneaky, but it came as naturally to her as it did when she was a teenager--desperate to escape the constraints of her home and judgemental eyes. The building was old, and only some of the floors had been renovated, and it felt like a dance when she heard the gentle creaking sounds and she pivoted away neatly midstep to avoid a patch here or there. The paintings, fancy dishware and shut doors that may lead to more shiny things made her fingers twitch; an old hunger twitching to life inside her that she had been working so hard to stuff down.
The dinning room she knew the head of house used was more or less where she expected it to be and decorated just as pretentiously as she had imagined. There was a crystal vase on display that she plucked from it's stand, and proceeded to gently place the nine flowers in it almost lovingly. A satin ribbon was pulled from her pocket that she could tie around the neck of the vase before it was situated in the center of the table. It was tempting. So tempting. To get up to far worse than she had planned. Wreck the place. Steal Tucker's books. His notes. Engagement ring. Leave an orchid on his pillow so he would know what could've happened. Just what he deserved for insulting Beau.
But not now. Now she had someone waiting. You don't abandon your crew. So Briar kept her eyes forward when she made her way back to where she had left Kelly. Out of habit and old instinct more than anything her hand rose in the thief signal of all clear, job done. Move on the way to the front door.