She could hear the unsettling commentary of the twins, and it worked with the alcohol that she was lapping up to create a flush in the poor girl's cheeks as she bent over the table, licking and lapping at the wood until she had cleaned it of the wine, leaving it gleaming from her tongue as if it had been polished. Luckily, this table seemed to have had much use by the Baron's family, and was worn smooth, no splinters to catch in her mouth before she straightened and sipped an anxious curtsy to Naiobe. The dogs tussled and growled under one of the far tables, and yet there was another growl that sounded inexplicably human, drawing her eyes with its familiarity - and her gaze fell upon Owen.<br/><br/>Quickly she dragged her attention back to the lady before her, her hands which would normally have been curling nervously into her skirts instead pressing against the front sides of her naked thighs. "If it please you, m'lady, I might better cleanse your table with a bit of cloth," she offered in a hushed, frightened tone, standing beside the dripped little pool that had nearly spoiled the woman's dress.