Once the toothless woman who had had her sights set on him has left to seek out other targets Cassandra turns her attention to the man seated across from her. White-haired, amber-eyed, and terribly striking (handsome, the word is handsome). And looking at her as though he’s wondering why she’d done it. Which only makes sense. She is a stranger, after all.

She exhales softly and gives him a small smile. “My apologies for intruding. But it seemed the best way to try and keep your... ‘admirers’ at bay. They didn’t seem to be getting the hint.” Her gaze shifts to one of the men who had been trying his damndest to proposition her. “And I hoped that it would help keep mine at bay as well.” If she’d had to avoid one more hand trying to touch her without invitation she was going to be driven to punching someone.