Fox heard the voice, knew who it belonged to.  There was only one here to bothered to address her as 'Lady.'  She was a shameless flirt (And a tart, which was worse, said some of the older ladies).  Finding herself maneuvered around, the choice to turn the tables was made, and Fox slipped behind her ally.  "Oh, but Lord Draken, the Duke's in the private office right now...decorum's very unnecessary."  There was a small portion of him that wasn't covered by the armor, and Fox brushed a soft-but-callused finger along it.  "And you don't need to always stand on decorum with me~"  She syruped into his ear, sweet and pleasing and promising so many delights, if he would just ask.