Her gaze went from the box to his eyes then back to the box. "I don't know. It seems far too valuable. It wouldn't be right to take such a beautiful thing and not pay for it in some way..." Her voice trailed off as her fingers moved inexplicably over the box.<br/><br/>She looked up at him once more and smiled. "Now, what do you mean, 'act up'? Because I haven't heard anything at all coming from this little box." Even as she spoke, her fingers were opening it up once more. Gazing into the ruby eyes of the bull, she felt her body suffused with energy and a need to move. "We really should get out of here," she said aloud, more to herself than to Mordred.