She glowered at him, grabbing the laundry. "It's not a flirty thing," she said before laughing a little. "I'm not exactly your type."
“Yes, but a compliment from a concubine that you find beautiful is one thing. A compliment from an average elf who has stubbornly tagged along on your adventure is quite another.”
“No,” she corrected, looking over her shoulder at him playfully. “One of them is beautiful. That’s, like, their thing.”
"You know you're beautiful too," he said with a small frown, going to pick up his bag. "Though that might sound forward, it's true."
She seemed startled by this, but laughed a little, shaking her head. “No, I’m not,” she replied playfully. “I know the level you’re used to, and I’m not it. I’m just me.”
She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she looked back at him. “Look at me, Zerras. I’m no concubine.”
“It doesn’t,” she agreed. “But the point is that there are people who you have held in your hands who are renowned for their beauty. That is their job. I do not fit that description.”
"Well it's not really fair when you're judging yourself, now is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
They got to the laundry room and she began to load the laundry into the machines, her shoulders slumped.
