Candy rolled her eyes at his compliment. "Thanks." She didn't want to be rude, after all.
But then he pulled a knife, and she was glad that she'd cast the feathersteel spell. Better he not find out about that unless he attacked her, and she sighed and let her sword fall. He was walking into the glyph, and she had to shake her head. Insanity lent itself a weird kind of bravery, and she could almost respect it. She'd been called mad enough times where they were sort of kindred.
She followed him into the glyph, sitting down and manuvering the craft upward with a thought while she settled herself. "Any ideas on where we can be alone and don't say Las Vegas or a hotel."