Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

The moment the prank left his mouth, Riley was considering his life choices.

On the one hand, he had already tried that, and it hadn't worked out in his favor (ironically, this was Orlaith's fault, though he would never share that with the argent). On the other hand, it had been a long time since Riley had made a joke of any kind, and it felt good to laugh at someone besides himself for once.

Orlaith's head-tilt was met with the same flat, reptilian expression. Riley had an unusually good poker-face -- not because he had full control over his emotions, but because in many ways there were a lot of things wrong with Riley.

"Oh, sorry." Riley offered, almost politely: "that --" he gestured uphill -- "is where we did it. You confessed your love for me." By now a roguish grin cracked Riley's facade, lighting up his dour expression with warmth that almost made him handsome. The jig was up -- but would Orlaith catch on?

She did rip him a new one, so any way he could get her back, right?