A curious lilt to her full lips the only visible sign of expression on Sibyl's countenance as she sits in elegant repose.  Having her senses fully attuned to the activities of the two in the bar, the scent and sounds of their rut bring a most enjoyed distraction to her from the reading of the scrolls.  An almost imperceptible waft of her own arousal flutters, scarcely detectable by any not within her immediate environs.<br/><br/>The entry of the others interrupting their heated and impulsive coupling, as well as the conversational aftermath bring a light titter of amusement from her.  Hearing the light footfalls of Catulus as he approaches, she turns her attention fully to her companions.<br/><br/>"We have company."