The angle of her gaze cocked to a slant, the ghost of a smirk present to a 'knowing' something she’s decidedly quiet about sharing. So, instead idle fingers run through the body of dark locks that flick off her shoulder.
"The danger is in when the Minotaur comes upon you unaware. When you take one of the many wrong turns and are cornered or led round in circles." She'd turned her back on him as she spoke, lazily strolling the circumference of the garden't bubbling fountain. One hand danced through the curtain of water and droplets leapt like sparks into the grass. "I am never lost in the labyrinth and I know always where the Minotaur is."