Michelle's instinct took over at the sight of movement near the door and she readied her dagger, spinning on one high heel to face... Oh. It was Zevran. She spun the dagger around in her palm to have it face away from him and laughed, carefree and sweet. "I would have thought your training would have had something in it about sneaking up on an assassin while they practiced," Michelle chided kindly as she sheathed the blade and bounced up to him, undressed from the waist up, and in a very revealing skirt from the hips down. She kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. "Well?" She asked, still with a tone of amusement, "Were you entertained?"