Bare feet barely making a sound against the floor, and yet she would fume silently, wishing she could truly -stomp- to show her displeasure.  Like a spoilt child.  Before she had made it even halfway to her room, passing by the library, Argentum would catch up to her, his fingers curling around her arm, stopping her forward movement.  The Monster spinning on one bare heel to glare up at him, only to find that same calm lien of his face as always confronted her fury.<br/><br/>“I do nary care what they think!”  her words heated and passionate.  “I simply do not understand what all the bother is.. Catulus acting as though the girl were more important than the missions..  The satyr snorted at me!  He snorted!”  Slowly winding down as she would follow him into the library.  “He uses his nature upon the girl and its just.. the way things are.. I make a comment on the way things are and I am the bitch..”  Flushing slightly, her comments had been less than nice, nor had they been necessary, except to needle the girl.<br/><br/>Pushing past that she would pace lightly across the library, the long fabric of her dress parting around those slender legs.  A soft inward pull of her breath as she would fall onto the edge of the couch, slender fingers playing over the crimson snake that curled down her shoulder, nestling into the curve of breast.  “She isn't worth all this worry, I think, and it is increasingly suspicious with the other woman who Catulus brought down.. I begin to think things are more than they seem.. And it does not bode well..”  Her head resting back against the chair, her brows drawn in slightly as she would massage the snake's head.<br/><br/>“I may simply be too suspicious for my own good..”  That wry smile, her shoulders drawing upwards. “I am not used to being.. Around.. so many people..”