Chris didn't stick around for most of Gunter's words, the door was flung open and shut before he had finished half of his sentence.
The warm sun hit her skin, but she didn't have time to appreciate it as she broke out into a run. It would have been easy to escape, Gunter couldn't catch her, and Zeven was possibly long gone. But Chris needed answers. She turned the corner of the house and made a dash for the stable. Her bare feet pounded into the ground with each stride she took. Closing in on the entrance, Chris lost traction and slammed into the door. Throwing it open Chris called out for Zeven.
Zeven was standing on the far end of the stable, with his glasses and cloak on he obscured most of his face. Freezing when he heard his name, he slowly turned to face the caller. Holding his hands up in surrender, he kept his face to the floor. He had had a minute to calm himself, but Chris had seen something she shouldn't have. He wasn't even concerned as to how she got out of the house compared to the thought of divulging this information.
Chris walked up to him, clearly pissed. "The glasses are a nice touch." she said through a seething smile. "What are you trying to hide?"
"My face clearly," he made a vapid gesture to his face, "Hince the glasses and hood."
Zeven couldn't look at Chris, but that didn't stop him from being cheeky. Chris kept her hands to herself, but didn't stop them from balling into fists. "Okay. Let's play a game then, since you are so fond of those. If I win you tell me how you know my mother, if you win you simply saw her portrait nothing more to it. High risk high reward."
Zeven pulled his glasses off slipping them into the satchel. Making a small humming sound he seemed to consider it. Walking past her he hung the satchel and cloak on the wooden peg by the door. "I do like games… but I don't know if it's worth it. It doesn't seem very fair. I propose a new scenario… If you win I'll let you in on my most private, intimate secret, but on the slight off chance that I win… you have to sleep with me for the rest of your stay here."
Chris blanched. Zeven leaned on the wall behind him, "it only seems fair, one intimate moment for another." He trailed off, using his hand to wave flippantly. She took the bait. "You are out of you mind if you think I am going to have sex with you." Zeven faked a look of shook, opening his mouth and eyes wide in a dramatic fashion looking thoroughly scantalized.. "God! get your mind out of the gutter. I would never. I'm just not that kind of man" The smile poked through the edges as he continued, "I just want to prevent anymore rude awakenings in the night, I can't be losing anymore sleep because of you. Besides, you're not really my type."
Chris was struck speechless, Zeven's ability to flip a situation was legendary. "Fine. Let's play. One round, no weapons, first one to tap out wins." Zeven shook his head. "No weapons, are you sure about that? That's pretty much setting yourself up to lose. Do you want to cuddle that badly?" Zeven held his arms out for a hug, as he sweetly said the last part. Chris couldn't wait to hit him.