Naiobe fights the urge to sneer for roughly the ninetieth time today. "Fortunately for my viper's tongue, you forgive me, Corwin. I'm sure I would thank you for that if I weren't so completely disinterested in doing so." She swings the door shut before he can answer, then turns on her heel and storms back to her bedroom. "You may return to your tree now, dryad," she murmurs softly, on her way to her wardrobe. She doesn't actually own a burlap sack, but certainly she has some prudishly modest dresses given as gifts. . .<br/><br/>With a smile, she pulls out a long, dark brown dress. It's practically a nun's habit, with a high neck and long sleeves. The only flesh that Corwin will be able to feast his eyes upon will be that of her face and her hands. Granted, she would prefer to cover these as well, but since going to dinner in gloves would be overkill, Naiobe settles for the brown dress, and sets about dressing for dinner. There will be no dryad at the table, either... just plain old Naiobe. As one final gesture of spite, she pulls her lovely tresses back into a severe knot at the back of her neck, choosing not to soften the styling at all...