Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

She snapped at him in a way that reminded him of Niamh; had he mentioned that to her, perhaps he'd have made an enemy in that moment. He couldn't help but see the similarities between this girl and his sister. For a moment a flicker of indecision plagued her and Ambrose found some glee in that, but things shifted quickly and soon they were all business. 

I could use a guide, he admitted, but then he shrugged his dappled shoulders. You offering? His gaze narrowed slightly for an instant before he was grinning again. This was going pretty well; if things were this easy then maybe he'd win that bet after all! Part one was finding Niamh's pack and joining it, and that was done. Now he just had to fixate on part two: charm some lady. Or maybe he should've been focusing on work? Whatever. She was hot, he was hot, this wasn't rocket science.