Altair/Ari/Alecta - Sackheim Inn
Alecta almost opened her mouth to point out that she didn't even mention Ari's name in the same sentence as anorexic, but hearing the girl's input changed her mind. What would be the point in pretending?
Setting her fork aside, she regarded Ari with a scrutinizing look. "Alright, I admit that perhaps anorexic isn't the right word. But she is rather," here, she paused, as if she was trying to come up with the best description, "thin."
Then she let out an amused laugh, suddenly all pretenses of false politeness gone. "Sins, darling? How interesting you say that word." She could barely contain her pleased smile - she's been waiting for this opportunity all evening. Her tone was condescending, a cruel spark lighting up in her eyes as she went on. "I've heard that you seem to be quite popular among men and women lately. At least, I don't sleep with every people who comes my way." Feeling satisfied with herself, she reached out towards her glass to take a sip from her wine, albeit never taking her eyes off Ari, wanting to see her reaction. Altair must be having a field day right now - after all, that's why he called them here, isn't it? "In fact, I'm loyal to my husband."