Ty continued to fidget and squirm in his lap, too focused on her own physical and emotional (Social? She didn't care about any of the people here, but that didn't mean being humiliated in front of them didn't sting) discomfort to realize that she was being used as bait. Something like a very quiet growl rolled out of her throat, confirming that she was indeed very irritated, though she hadn't tried to dislodge his arm or wipe away the saliva, yet. She figured that would only make things worse. She didn't want to spend what was left of the feast stuck halfway up his tail or something.