She held very still. On one level, Raine had to admire his precision, in coming that close and never making actual contact. On another level entirely, Solomon was going to test her patience to destruction one day very soon.

Likely his intent, she admitted to herself, and consciously evened her breaths. "No idea whatsoever?" she asked, still light, still tracking his movements intently. "That's a pity." Another moment, to consider her options, and with the smallest of shrugs Raine half-turned, and pulled her tunic over her head in one neat motion. The movement was all brisk, businesslike, but when she went to hang that as well she brushed rather closer by Solomon than necessity would dictate. "I trust your powers of observation may now grasp some of what I mean," she added, and reached toward him again, with rather more intent than question this time. If he was staying, the clothes were not.