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Isokla blinked at Nivram's words and frowned, "That was not my intention" she answered sternly, "Although there are a few... details I wish to discuss with him - alone. No," she paused, "I simply do not wish to do all the work while you males loaf around. I know your type - you will get away with doing nothing if you can!" Giving him a long look, Isokla narrowed her eyes, "Besides, supplies won't last forever, will they? If you want to eat - then you should catch the food."
Waving her hand dismissively, the girl asked, "Unless, that is, you would rather cook your own supper, hmm?" With a small laugh, and a wicked twinkle in her eye, her expression grew wide with mock concern, "Or could it be, dear Nivram that you are perhaps... jealous?" she teased, "Is it that you don't want me to be alone with our dear intrepid leader?" She fluttered her eyelashes, "Could you possibly fear for my virtue?" she continued, laying it on thicker this time, "That our gallant, heroic sir knight might..." her eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Lay hands on me?"
Isokla's eyes narrowed, "Or perhaps you believe I cannot take care of myself, hmm?" Waving her hand again, she told Nivram firmly, "Shoo. Go on, get. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'm a grown woman. While I appriecate your concern... it is unwarrented. So run along and be a good boy and catch supper." Isokla had an evil grin etched upon her eyes, but her face was straight. Barely.
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