Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

not wanting any actions to be inimical to their goals, silvertongue resolved within herself to make a game of this. after all, she had been a courtesan. perhaps moreso than wren did she understand how best to please a man, to charm him, to lure him into granting all she wanted while giving nothing. but silvertongue was weary of them; she wanted this over, to be back in riverclan as soon as possible. awareness sharpened, first in one direction and then another; she fought the stickle of her nape and glanced at wren with arched brow, before she let her voice lift in a seductive croon that invited those near to show themselves. her wife would want choices, after all. "if any of them are forceful," silvertongue purred in that same tone, now for wren alone. "they will not go home."