Sonja clenched her fists tighter as Ingram seems to make himself at home, apparently he is in no hurry. Tilting her head at his laughter, the black strands of hair falling in the same direction her own face straight and bland, though her eyes were flashing. "Impotence, lacking of power or ability. That is what it all comes down to isn't it, the need for power. Why do you suppose Borghast has to grasp so desperately when he should have the most power in the land as King?"<br/><br/>She watches as he poured himself the liquid, her own harsh chuckle mingles with her unlady-like snort. She is no Lady, and she has heard cruder words in her life, if he was expecting her to faint or rage then he is sorely mistaken. However a blush does color her cheeks, though her tones remain hard and almost lifeless. "I doubt either one of you have it within you to 'satisfy' me. My tastes run along the lines of better men then either you or Borghast." This last is said as she turns away from him, ostentatiously looking out the window at all the preparations, however she was really simply hoping for a glimpse of the children.