As the Sovereign of the Night passed the coffee table, Honour got the measure of her. Anonymous stood a full head taller, but her mane and tail alone made her seem to impose upon more space than her alien VIP. There was a difference in their appearances, too. The Royal Engineer looked contained and controlled, his movements precise, like the clock at the rear of the sitting area; what little whimsy he allowed himself was constrained to his facial expressions. Her Majesty, on the other hand, seemed to flow like a river: graceful, but ever-shifting and ever-moving. Even though they both wore smiles that seemed genuine, there was an inherent tension of forms between them.