She mused, “Why do I have this feeling you wouldn’t actually listen, only appear to?” Setting a hand to the door, she turned to Mordred. “I would go with you when you track down the bandits. Will you send for me when you leave?”
”I‘m not sure; I always listen,” Mordred answered, face contorting in a small display of confusion. Although he wouldn’t always follow an instruction given to him if it went against everything he stood for or his morals took him other places. He came to a stop just outside of the doorway, and he paused before answering.
”I will see what I can do.”
She had pushed the door open, stepped in, and turned back to him once again. “That wasn’t actually a request. Sir Mordred. If you do not send for me, I will go alone.” Her eyes flashed, and all trace of lightheartedness was gone from her face.