Not by design, Astrelle. The man has a nasty habit of sitting down and not looking up from the reams of parchment until bells have passed. You don't know the trouble I have to cause just to get him to break for tea.

[When she stands, Lysa takes in the sight of the other woman, noting Astrelle's height has just a few inches on her own. Her eyes trail down the Elezen's long limbs and back up again, never staying too long on a usually hidden body part or two. After all, Lysa came here for a cooling soak, not to proposition anyone. Or at least that was her original intention.]

Leaving already?