"Then let's say we've both made our fair share of assumptions about each other," she suggested good naturedly, taking a brief glance of his drink before turning her eyes away again as not to betray her desire for one herself. She had never been a heavy drinker, but it did always ease the edge in social events. Still, indulging too much seemed a good way to encourage the resentment.
"He's an intelligent man, I like to think growing up on his writings would make him more like my father than my own," she laughed at the last bit, a girlish chuckle that was only disturbing if the one listening knew the context. She had no inclination to boast of her actions from voluntarily beheading her father or any of the others since, her reputation was enough to go on. "Like that, we're almost siblings. So how is my dear brother, this evening?"