Evangeline  makes no attempt to hide the flask as the door opens and the theatrics start. She takes in the sight of the Inquisitor: Mercia was always a beautiful woman- It almost made Evangeline feel guilty for betraying her in such a harsh manner.  Almost.  While she did feel a bit of ..something...due to her betrayal, she couldn't be sure if it was regret for being so cold to a woman who more or less gave her every thing she desired, or if she simply regretted failure. Either way she was content to push the inquisitors buttons as Evangeline figured , if Mercia was going to punish her, she'd have done it a long time ago.  She gives the other Acolytes a look before pushing past them and into the room. She coughs to push back the grin on her face as Mercia comes into focus, she see's the fleur de lys the woman's cheek and tries not to remember the countless nights of breathless gasping while brushing a thumb against that very tattoo.<br/><br/>Evangeline admonishes her self for being a pathetic bleeding heart (much like the inquisitor) and doesn't blink an eye as Mercia stares her down. She acknowledges the mustached man..this Vern Soit, taking him in and his ridiculous mustache. She's about to mock the portly fellow as she feels Mercias hand atop of hers. She stops in her tracks and breaths heavily... immediately flashing back her mind show's snap shots of nights past.. memory's of the  Inquisitors hand rush to her mind unwillingly. Phantom visions of it woven in her hair, craning down her back, nestled between her thighs and lastly clutching against her throat in a failed attempt to fight her off.  She shakes her head and snaps back to reality, clearing her throat as she notices her flask is taken from her.<span style="color: olive">"HEY!" </span>she yelps, stomping after the Inquisitor totally out of line and with very little regard for propriety,<span style="color: olive">"How the fuck else do you expect me to suffer through Captain Mustache here ?" </span>She smirks wide, her tone far too  familiar to be formal or even polite. Evangeline is desperate, trying to push the psyker episode out of her mind with her dry humor.<span style="color: olive"> "And to think I'd start behaving now <i><b>My Lord</b></i>? As if your forced fashion statement is going to keep me in check?"</span>she scoffs crossing arms and tapping the collar. Her use of Mercia's formal title comes off jaded...bitter and angry. It alludes to history, familiarity..it's a button just aching to be pushed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>