Dalton's yelp made Nari's lips press together in a suppressed smile, as she fought an exuberant laugh. She was not given to more animated displays or acting smug at pulling a trick, but her delight in getting such a reaction was clear. Withdrawing the water so that it nestled in her palm in a wobbling bubble, she made a pleased 'hm' noise when she saw he'd captured a few droplets. A quick dip of her head was silent consent.
“A bad influence, as you say,” she murmured. Then, to mess with the man a little more, the dragon gestured to the door and asked with a smirk, “Will you still invite me inside?”
She was not held back by thresholds, but Nari reasoned that if he wasn't asking her about her occult studies, he was starting to suspect her. The Dalton Cessair she'd heard about was said to be a very intelligent man, so she wasn't surprised.