Tamara smirks back when she hars the belated reaction of the Tigress, and even more when she sees her acting like her, wiping her paws and face on the table clothe. She chuckles softly, then looks at her when she said she might consider joining them, but something on her expression tells her she's just playing. She stand sup too and bows slightly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thanks you for invinting me, Ma'am. The dinner was indeed delightful, thanks your chef on my behalf. Good evening Ma'am,</span>she replies, polite and casual, though her fur does bristle slightly when she's called 'Miss Tamara'.<br/><br/>Her tail wraps around Sar's once she's sure his mother is out of the room, and she can't help but lean and give him a quick but tender nuzzle. But she quickly regain a composure, not wanting them to be spotted by one of the maids or anyone who might report it to his mother.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It will be much fun Sar, much fun,</span>she replies, smiling and winking.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll have to sort out the details with Dad and Charles first, but I'll let you know, don't worry.</span><br/><br/>The limo is already waiting for her outside, and she runs a gentle digit on Sar's face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- You take care of you, ok Sar?</span>she tells him gently.<br/><br/>Then she gets on the limo, and it drives her to her home.