"Well, sure," said Amaya, who then hitch a thumb over her shoulder, "but the Crumbler's downstairs."

And this banter was going on for far too long, and Amaya, being practical as she was, was just going to move her hands to Seivarden's shoulders, turn her around, and start marching her down the short hallway

"Lucky for you," she offered, as if in conpensation, "I tend to be a bit more gentle."

A bit.