(o) quiet are the earth's graves

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Would it be, though? Harper is blissfully unaware of Lily’s former profession. Sniggering to herself and almost cackling out loud in response, the entertainer misses the signs that he’s going to pinch, resulting in a very unlady-like high pitched squeak. “Oh God! No! Oh no!” You see, dear friends, Lily is quiet ticklish. A good pinch in the right place and she’s jerking around like a fish on the line. Gasping and darting playfully away, she tries to hold Harper at bay with a hand a wagging finger. Tsk tsk. “I think you mistake me for some kind of well-behaved woman.” Flushed, she tries to match pace with Harper while still keeping enough ‘safe’ space between them. Shaking her head (not in dismay, more in irony), Lily responds with “I’m not. Ask any lady from my home worl.” Turning a curious look in his direction, Lily thinks this path looks familiar and that they might be at the end of the path, but is loathe to give up the conversation quite yet. “Where - and when - are you from?” The musician boldly assumes he’s an Outlander, purely because he hadn’t been on to her previous cat-tricks.