Cyren smiles at Arboc on her way to Dragon Court with Navic.
She stops to speak with him, wrapping a shawl around herself against the chill of the evening, listening to Arboc's concerns.
She laughs and says "Arboc, although the flowers and the horse, and meeting me outside may seem masterful or, I don't know, some kind of ideal, this is one of the worst attempts at manipulation I've yet to see and frankly it has so little subtlety that I'm just insulted. Perhaps if you looked "respect" up in the dictionary. If you wish to attempt to talk TO me, rather than simply tell me what to do from a calculated elevation, then perhaps I can tell you how I feel about it. I don't mind being manipulated so much by people who can do it well, then it can be fun. This? Not fun. If you can write, write your own letters. If you need help learning how to do so, then surely, I can help you along there."
"I'm too busy taking orders from people who are busy giving them to have a spare moment for such lofty concerns as harmony and evil. I'm merely a tavern wench, to be called out and ordered at everyone's whim. I'm sure I couldn't possibly have any power or influence over events. My weak, womanly brains must melt out my toes from a big, strong man on a horse bringing flowers."
She sinks into a deeper curtsey than the one she'd sunk into earlier, with just as much ease and grace, indicating that the thoughts that went on inside her head might have been different from her outer display the first time around as well.
"The first curtsey was out of good manners. The second was out of an interest in mocking you. Who knows what the third will bring?"
She smiles lightly and says "IF, however, I had a brain of sorts, perhaps I would ask you...what is it that makes Lady China want your company that repels you from mine?"
She waves lightly and runs forward to catch up with Navic.