Having been listening to the violent discourse in the other room, her ears were finely attuned to the shift in sound.  Sitting upright, Sibyl leans forward a bit cocking her head to better catch the elusive scent of rut wafting casually through to join them in the library.  The sounds of coupling giving a very faint echo to her senses.<br/><br/>"Hmm..  I do not believe they are continuing with their violent activities.  In fact, I think they are getting on quite well, by the sounds of it.  Apparently she is of some use after all."<br/><br/>Leaning back in her chair, a look of quiet contentment on her face as her olfactory senses took enjoyment from the scent.  A almost inaudible purr rumbling slowly through her.