She blinked, not so dunk as to miss the venom in his words "I-I... mmm..." she really couldn't think of how to respond so fell silent as he collected a chest then removed a book from it.  she gasped softly looking over the tome "Amazing..." she murmured looking up "I wouldn't think so... for a learned man, being bound by rules of 'thought' would be suffocating." she said remembering her own father.<br/><br/>"a mother of witches?  But then isn't it all still speculation?  I never really believed in witches either, but I suppose if Immortals do exist witches would be a possibility..." she mused going a bright red at his coarse joke "P-please Lord Perceval, I may have imbibed but do not make such a lewd jest..." she said sheepishly, she might know some things but she felt out of her element… what would being ‘on top’ mean to such things? she was loath to admitted her Naiveté to such a smart man so she used Decorum to cover her confusion.<br/>