"She does sort of have a point, Dav... You believe in too many children's stories." Irveska sighed, giving the bridge of her nose another rub. Half the agitation came from the unwanted mental image of a threesome; Doing the dirty with a woman was bad enough in her mind, never mind getting it on with a midget priest... Or, hell, a member of the undead, entrancing and wonderful to be around as Dietlinde was... "We have all seen crappy priests before, right?... So doesn't it make sense that there could also be good... erm, sirens?"
Not really expecting him to agree, her eyes were drawn to the large complex rising over the town from outside the window.
"Dietlinde, honey... Would it be wise to wait for daylight, if you can't go out then? Also, could you even enter that little shack Rane has claimed for herself regardless?" The tone in her voice was actually rather nervous, lack of slumber betraying Irveska's normally hidden soft side.