Lalla had to chuckle at that. 'Show their appreciation', she was sure they did. She didn't imagine Antony minded, however; he was a red-blooded, apparently unmarried male, and very attractive to boot. It wasn't a bad life to live. Perhaps the Scottish part got a bit difficult on occasion, but luckily for Antony, Lalla could care less about a man's nationality.
With another smile, she glanced at him again, sighing quietly. "I do have quite the wicked streak. But, I shouldn't want to be predictable. I shouldn't want to bother you by becoming yet another of the naked masses, throwing themselves at your feet."