She smiled coquettishly at his recitation of her information, unsurprised by his knowledge as she stood back up. Not dead yet. "I find a mix of cobra venom and foxgloves in my afternoon tea has cosmetic properties as well as medicinal."
As she walked closer, she made a few quick notes about the imposing man and his faintest gesture read to immediate obedience. Interesting. She pursed her lips and shook her head with a sigh. "Oh that, yes. I am here to apologize for the previous faux pas as well." She batted her hand dismissively, like talking about a puppy not yet house-trained. "Give him time, at some point he'll get used to modern ways, I keep thinking. Sadly he doesn't know what to look for in a courier."