Obdura glanced lazily at the glass, swilling its contents about for a moment before bringing it to the point where the pilfered skull intersected with her neck.  She tipped it back with a sort of grace one would need to cultivate with such cumbersome headgear, and soon the drained glass was set back on the tabletop.<br/><br/>The meat was ignored in favor of the greens.  Not that she wouldn't have preferred a leg of it, but at a restaurant it was impossible to tell if she had previously been acquainted with the meal.  She had finished off half of her bowl when the questions came, and she set it down with a satisfying clank.<br/><br/>"My name?  Obdura.  And I would hear yours, since I've chosen to grace this table with my presence."  It was impossible to tell whether she was serious or just playing around by expression or tone of voice, but her previous dryness seemed to suggest the latter.<br/><br/>"As for my trainer...  He's as smart as they come when the subject of breeding and training arises, but a right ass in every other respect."  She punctuated the insult by kicking her feet up onto the table and folding her arms behind her neck.