Leaders of the hive? she mouthed, finding that kind of language particularly worrisome. Who spoke like that of their fans, their followers? Well...
"Sounds like a few gods I know," she admitted, carefully kept nails moving over the cool glass. "And a few priests and priestesses, for that matter..."
She took another sip of the cool, refreshing water, quite pleased it was clear and natural as opposed to moat water, which she would have not be surprised if the dragon-shaped castle was surrounded with. She looked over at her with a small smile. "I looked up your husband, he's a very lovely voice. It's not that I dislike the type of music represented here, it's that I am not fond of something I can't understand. I'm fluent in several languages, and I can appreciate something in a language I don't know because I listen to melodies and harmonies and rate the voice as is...but music in a language I know and can't understand just simply escapes me."