When her brother leans over to whisper in her ear, Naiobe cants her head enough that the delicate pink shell of her ear comes only a hair's breadth from his lips. The calculated show of affection is only the ghost of a nuzzle, the nascent bud of familiarity that never quite flowers... though anyone watching the two of them wouldn't know it.<br/><br/>When her eyes finally fix on Owen, he's most of the way out of the hall, and probably not even aware of the pale eyes that appraise his backside. Naiobe touches her fingertips to her mouth, stroking her lower lip thoughtfully. "While I'm flattered that you would share your sweet torment with me," she whispers, hiding her wicked grin against his neck, "I think perhaps you would only offer it because the triangle you've engineered will be improved by a woman's touch." She pulls back long enough to smile at her brother, then murmurs, "Do you know the red whip of yours that I was admiring last week? Give it to me, and I promise you that there will be no end to his guilt by the time I finish with him."<br/><br/>Risky of her? Possibly. Greedy? Definitely. Worth the new trinket? Totally.