<em>Late</em>! The Contessa's dark voice cut through Livia's moment of uneasiness and she had to fight to keep a frown from twitching across her face.  Livia was not often late, neither was she often rebuked.  Though, she quickly realized, perhaps she should just count her blessings before the great Erinyes and take her seat.  She let her gaze linger on the Contessa's wings before she moved to her awaiting seat.<br/><br/>Quickly approaching footsteps from behind alerted her senses to the final advisor's apperance.  The all too quiet footsteps belonged to no other than the spymaster as he stood at her side in his gaudy attire.  His Taldorian bronzed skin never failed to make Livia instantly frown, especially when she saw him in the Courts, beguiling his way through men and women alike.<br/><br/>She could not contain the look of horror that flashed across her face as warm fingers met her thigh.  Instinctively her magic surged forth but a glance at the Contessa stifled her ire at Kalchas.  She was already one point down for being<em>tardy</em>.  Livia was content with the fact that Kalchas would get his due and she would get to contribute at some point.  No way in glorious Hell would his slight have no consequences.  She was young but she was Leroung.<br/><br/>"Next time the fee is a body part of my choosing, Spymaster," she said coolly as her piercing dark eyes met his arrogant smirk.  She took her seat, giving the floor to Kalchas and his news.