That slight arch of her brow as he would speak of the girl.  “Why should I care if she offs herself, saves the rest of us the trouble..”  That wry smile as she would lightly tap her fingers against the scroll, slitted gaze narrowing.  “She would make most excellent bait..  Show a little flesh.. Dangle her..”  She would quiet at his look.  That stern countenance.  Clearing her throat she would wave her hand. “Perhaps you are right, besides, she might get someone else killed as well, and there are few enough of us as it is..”<br/><br/>Tapping her lip lightly.  “Well, she did not seem to get on well with the resident Satyr, last I saw, she had made quite a mess of the wine.. and was about to get her ass spanked..”  A wide smile at that, though it was quickly quelled as he would change the subject rather suddenly to her own health.  Her brows furrowed, turning her attention to the crimson snake in her field of view.  She could go hours without noticing them.  Her hand sliding up to gently draw over the quiet serpents on her head.  “They seem fine enough.. oh.. you mean..”  She would shake her head lightly, the snakes leaping up, hissing and writhing as though to find the meaning of the sudden movement.<br/><br/>“They are not always so annoying as you seem to think..”  Chastising, though with a smile, knowing he had suffered through several bouts of snake bites just by being near her, regardless of the fact that they were unable to penetrate his skin..