An airy laugh matched his own and Lissandra gave a shake of her head, only a slight gesture so as not to upset carefully sculpted hair. She watched as he rightened himself and tipped back on her heels that were dangerously tall but which she had grown accustomed to years before.
"Oh, I would much prefer to watch." Which was more than true. As much as Lissandra was careful to keep her figure in check it did not mean that she cared to work out much, least of all to sweat where others could see. That was a look she did not wear well nor want in the minds of those around her, least of all the handsome and young agents Blair had taken in.
Stepping back, Lissandra loosely crossed her arms underneath her bosom, fingers tapping lightly against the fabric of her dress, dark eyes remaining fixed on the young man. "Aren't afraid of it falling then?"