Her watches Shadowz every movement, ever delicate movement. She wasn't about to reveal too much of what had gone on downstairs but he wasn't about to press her. He thought he knew what might have happened and what Thorn was about partake in. It didn't diminish his arousal at all and he sipped from his refilled cup. "Thorn has been taking very good care of me." He responds carefully, not about to mention the brief discussion he had had with her. He continues to sit, leaning against the back of the sofa. "The wine is fabulous too." He adds, eyes darting down to her exposed leg, noticing the hint of a scar there. Another part of the puzzle, he thought.