"Did we not?" Teren posits, unable to stop a little amused smile from breaking onto her face before she eats the last bit of apple and flicks the core away. Wiping both sides of the blade on her trouser leg and then sheathing it, she glances up at Clarisse again.

"Well. You didn't." The smile doesn't return to her mouth, but a gleam in her eye suggests it.

"But I'll own it. Didn't fix to tangle you up in anything against your will." She stands to her full height, cracks her back like a cat.