Zaviar. Ahhhh, this was the man who the german shepherd belonged to. The one that Madeleine had gone off with despite not being divorced more than a handful of months. Tilting her head, Lila decided that she couldn't really blame her daughter for taking up with him. He certainly looked up to the task and if what Martie had said about him being a snake-man was true then that made him a were. Lila'd always enjoyed weres. They had that extra something that made them worth keeping around. 'Keep your thoughts down, he's still holding me and that's making this uncomfortable.' So don't listen. I'm admiring my daughter's taste. Far better than Anthony. Not a water elemental for one and just better looking. And completely alone in the bedroom. Perhaps her daughter needed to think things through before she did them a little more.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine," Lila returned, her smile having faded not at all. If anything it grew as she sat up the rest of the way and swung her legs out of the bed. She was about to get up when Madeleine returned. Spoilsport. She gave her daughter the barest hint of a sulk before settling back with her cup of tea. At least she still remembered how to do this despite having brought herself to this miserable excuse of a country. "I think I see why you came here," Lila remarked as she warmed the tea a little more. "They grow their men right, these Yanks, don't they?" Another sip of the tea. "And I didn't break in, dear. Martie came in through the window and that Althea of yours told him how to unlock the door. If you'd been at home instead of off doing god knows what then I wouldn't have needed to break in, now would I have? No. Come, sit down and tell me about what you've been up to." Her eyes flicked at Zaviar and then back to her. "For example, would it upset you if I took Mr. Abdella out to dinner?" Talking about people like they weren't there was one of Lila's specialties.