"I have my ways, darling." Alan replied with a wry smile, "In this case, by way of your friend, the gorgeous Gwendolyn, who told me everything while I may or may not have been making a...social visit."
He stood up and walked over to Anika. "But enough about my wiles, let us speak of yours, darling. I do hope you have a specific stratagem for enticing the Sheriff to willingly speak of secrets that could get him killed if the wrong ears hear of his faux pas..." He walked around Anika, his voice taking on a more sultry quality, "After all, seduction is an art far more nuanced than you think, and your opponent more clever; remember, this is a man who has been matching wits and reflexes with the likes of the Merry Men for quite the while."
He gave a little shrug when he moved back in front of Anika, eating one of the pastries that was suddenly in his hand. "But what do I know, I'm just a man who's been versed in the emotions, manners, and subtleties of people for half my life."
He then made an exaggerated expression of confusion. "Wasn't your dress laced up a few minutes ago?"
Indeed, Anika's dress was now unlaced and hung loose on her body. Alan winked. "Is my point sufficiently made?"
MEANWHILE
Robin and Orchi made their way to a tent that was radically different from all the others. This one was in a style more suited to a desert nomad, decorated with various patterns of shapes and writing. Books and scrolls both foreign and domestic were everywhere, as well as a workbench where interesting gadgets were being developed.
"Good day, my draconic friend!" Azeem spoke to Orchi with a welcoming smile, "Robin tells me you have a device in your possession that needs mending? If you will permit me, friend, I would be most honored to study it, and perhaps even improve upon it."