Yes.

There was a skepticism in Orus' expression as he held the woman's gaze, but eventually he nodded. “I accept,” he answered boldly. His armor clattered as he stepped through the door, a noise unfamiliar to the environment of this quaint place of living.

The woman glided with silent steps as she shut the door behind him, turning to clasp her hands before her pleasantly curved hips and make her way past him toward a plain yet stylish chaise longue where she made herself comfortable, smoothing her long black skirt with a warm gaze upon the knight.

Orus remained standing in the small vestibule, though there wasn't much space between one room and the other. “I'm listening,” he said, resolute in contrast to her intimacy.

“Very well, then,” she replied, leaning one elbow upon the armrest. “Would you happen to have a description of this 'Gwyneviere Fairchilde'? I'm afraid I don't recognize the name itself.” She eyed him curiously.

“She is a young maiden,” Orus said, crossing his arms. “Long hair, of a tawny shade. Slender, with brown eyes. Daughter to Baron Gilton Fairchilde.”

The woman's mouth slid into the slightest smile as she rested the side of her head in one hand. He couldn't tell whether or not she recognized the description, as she simply stared with a half-lidded look directed at him unwaveringly.

“My, but this Gwyneviere sounds like a beauty, does she not?” the woman said in a sultry tone. “Would you say she is a virgin, or...?”

Orus let her question hang in silence for a moment. “For what reason should that matter?” he asked, growing suspicious of her nature.

She simply shrugged. “Such a thing says a lot about a woman,” she said, eyes drifting about the room. “If you know, I might be able to recall whether or not she has crossed my path.”

His mouth turned in a skeptical frown. “I know not the state of her maidenhood any more than I know the state of yours, Madam.”

Her gaze came back to him with a sly smirk. “A pity. Would you like to find out?” the woman asked, delicately tracing one long, dark nail along the skirt of her black velvet dress.