Well her wolf whistle had certainly worked to high effect and in more ways than one. Bryar wasn’t blind to the way some blonde female made herself scarce. Well… oops? It certainly wasn’t Bryar’s job to care about her feelings. She was busy finding out if the circus was going to be performing its tricks tonight. Whilst she didn’t exactly know for certain if they were deserving of the title ‘best circus in the world’ she had found the performances entertaining. “Well I’ll have to keep an eye out for it,” she grinned, “though I’m sure you’ll have plenty of onlookers”. She glanced around at the milling crowds. There were more than enough people here to make a fine audience even if half of them decided to stare at their feet.

Her eyes rolled before she could stop them, “As if I cost you one!” She didn’t believe his sighing for a second though her whistling had apparently been disruptive. “She was pretty I give you that. But any woman who wants you isn’t gunna be put off by a fucking wolf whistle,” for all her denial and posturing she didn’t sound particularly annoyed however. Her hand was happy enough to take his as it was offered to her. “I don’t believe I owe you anything. But I’ll dance with you anyways. Perhaps it’ll distract you from your heartache and pining over your lost friend,” her tone was light and teasing, clearly not believing a word of what she said.

A sudden burst of heat flooded her body as he stepped closer, his eyes staring into hers. She could feel her heart beating faster in that moment, her mouth suddenly dry. It passed as he pulled her out to the dancefloor and she took a second to dampen her lips with her tongue. “I’m no princess, though I am friends with a prince” Bryar laughed, “I had some help with the dress.” She felt no shame in admitting that, Thea had been a good friend to her earlier.

She wasn’t sure who this ‘Bryar Rose’ was but for now she had other things on her mind. Stepping closer again she guided his hand in hers to the small of her back. “You were planning on putting your hands on me, yes?” she smirked her other hand reached out to bunch in his shirt and she pulled him tighter against her. Bryar’s lips whispered next to his ear, “I won’t kill you if you look down, I wore this dress for a reason”.