Years ago, before we met. [ The shake of her head dislodges his hand, but she reaches up to catch it, drawing it down from her head to hang between them and keeping her fingers clasped around his. ]

I snuck in through a party like we'll be doing this time, pretending to be the mistress of an Antivan dignitary. I stole some papers from the office of one of the Archon's advisors, and had to hide on this tiny little ledge just outside the window when he came back unexpectedly with his own mistress.

[ She measures the width of the ledge with her hands, a smile still lingering around her mouth. ]

I balanced on that for ten minutes, in heels, and a forty foot drop in front of me. And then walked right back out the front gate with the papers and no one the wiser. I'll be back before you know it.