"I wasn’t looking to impress, but if I may…" Aven began, eying the motionless steel warily as he eased his posture. "I did see you climbing onto that plinth prior to your ambush. And also, pots don’t move. Although, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a piece of decorative earthenware shift quite so subtly before." At those words, the Astoran craned his neck, attempting to get a better look at his lover, but their current position made the task exceedingly difficult.
Sighing in resignation as his fifth attempt at stealing a glance failed, the knight spoke again, his tone one of submissive supplication. ”Do you mind… letting go of me, Jenessa? I don’t think I quite like the greeting I’ve received after we’ve been parted for so long…”
A low chuckle escaped her as the knife was lowered and replaced at her belt, gloved fingers before Jenessa released him, gently pushing him forward. Crossing her fingers as she tilted her head a tad to the side, the Darkmoon brushed her long hair out of her face and folded her arms across her chest.
"And to what pleasure do I owe the future Dark Lord sneaking around the City of Lords, love?" Jenessa asked as she gestured for her lover to follow her, waving off the silver knights that had begun their descent down the spiral staircase. Nodding silently, they merely stood sentinel as the pair passed them, the Darkmoon striding confidently through the halls as she led the way to her room.
"I’m sure you have your reasons for seeking me out personally but I’m sure Master Gwyndolin could have summoned me a lot faster if you had visited the Tomb…"
(Headcanon! Jenessa has the knack for showing off and proving herself better than another person with a smug ass grin or a deadpan face. However if it happens to her she gets really grumpy and butthurt))