*grits her teeth and keeps her smile fixed in place throughout the standard insults and innuendo, but falters when you drop into the seat across from her (god no what if he sees this and thinks—?)*
*sits back, folds her arms, and crosses one leg over the other, her posture making it very clear to anyone watching that you are not particularly welcome* Is there some official reason for the badgering tonight, Lord Salgant? I'm not on the clock, so it's not as though your vicarious little song and dance is applicable here. Also, GO AWAY.