Just the sound of his voice makes her grit her teeth and want to throw things. How dare he invade her rooms like this? And he has to walk right past her dryad's tree to come toward the bedroom, which is its own annoyance, and means that she can't let her poor dryad return to her tree for rest. Not without calling unwanted attention to the spirit-woman. Naiobe sighs and straightens. "Stay here, pet," she tells the dryad, then adds as an afterthought, "You can sleep in my bed, if you'd like."<br/><br/>She leaves the dryad to her own devices and storms out of her bedroom into the sitting area. "I don't partake in sensual and decadent, Corwin. Perhaps you intended to invade a different room and not mine." She smiles at him icily. "What brings you here before dinner, then?"