Once he moves, she pushes a hand underneath her. Digging about blindly to find the blasted thing sticking in her back. Once it's free, she drops it unceremoniously beside her. Ugh.

Not that she moves to get off the desk for the time being. Watching him half dressed move around the room. Odd sight - there is a thing to meeting those they tell stories about. Here as much as home, but even that. Flint was a man always so well put together, in his way. It wasn't... quite what she expected if she were honest. But this was a different sort of off, him half asleep in his smalls.

It doesn't matter.

"I am currently not at easy liberty. I would prefer our talking to be private. I've already done too much to damage my own reputation of late."