"You are right. Labels are what got me into so much trouble." She stood up, moving closer to Alisatire, his drink in her hand. "Useless, really. Especially since I know what I want, and I plan to get it."

For a moment, her free hand trailed over the towel about his waist, before roaming up his chest.

"I think we should talk about my return to the Enforcers Guild and renegotiate my contract, Alistaire."