She was coming onto him. Clearly. Right? Right. She had to be. He massaged his jaw with his hand, ruminating more on how to make that bird fly without Rye noticing than her observations about his possible success as a bedmate.
"Maybe I have," he remarked back. "Except I'd have to give a cut to the King of Weasels himself, and if I'm going to market my personal wares I'm gonna make sure there's nothing that'll distract me from giving my best."
Wink.
He glanced over and saw Morys eyeing the two of them, hovering near the edge of the counter. He'd probably get an earful later about playing around with a Searu, let alone a Lawless. Instead of shaming him, though, it just made him more brash.
"Looks like they wanna clean the supper dishes," he cocked his head towards their unhappy spy. "Let's say we take our last gulp and head upstairs; I'll get you home safe once the rain breaks." He dropped the spoon in his bowl, but held it with his thumb so he could take a deep drink of the meal directly from the bowl.