For a second, Naiobe feels caught. She hates that feeling, hates the sensation of being like a little rabbit that's been spotted by the wolf. Naiobe is not prey; she is the predator. Looking over the man, Naiobe shoves her dislike of him far to the back of her mind. Violently, forcefully shoves it back.<br/><br/>Smiling at him, she shakes her head. "So sorry, Corwin, but I already took breakfast. I'll let you and my father catch up since your last visit, and perhaps catch you later on this week for something." She smiles thinly. "Excuse me, please."