One eyebrow arched upwards as she continued looking at Martinez. Strangely enough, she wasn't disturbed by his stare. Merely curious. After all, he hadn't paid her any attention previously. While he wasn't 'that' old, he was still older than they were, and while innocent had its flavor, there was something to be said for vintage knowledge. With a quirk of her lip, she gave him a grin and picked up another flower, placing it to her lips. It was a shame that her taste did not run to courtiers, after all, they couldn't afford each other. That and she liked power under her fingertips. It would likely shock most in the room if the identity of some of the slaves in their entourage were known.