She put her hands on his chest, pushing him back lightly. There was no way they were going to go down that road again. Especially not after what had happened last night. It was the type of thing she just wasn't prepared to deal with or even think about. Not right now, anyway. Which is probably why she had been harping on finding a room mate and getting out of the inn. It was something else to dwell upon.

"That was not on a dinner table," she said, lamely. Perhaps it wasn't the best response, but it was better than some of the other impulses running through her mind and body.

Like a frightened bird, Cassandra needed to move. She crossed over to her nightstand, pretending to be busy looking for something in the top drawer. "Congratulations on finding a job. What are you doing? I've been hired on as a seamstress at a shop called Davies & Nefer. They actually specialize in making clothing for the non-humans living here."