Ana nods, her mind focusing, slightly, though she still looks like she's pretty out of it. Likely a side-effect of the shackles.<br/><br/>Lloth stalks into the room, a small squad of very elite drow following her; two high priestesses and two male wizards; Kyuubi's memories indicate these were part of the strike team sent to capture the women. "Honestly, you could have asked more nicely," she says, with a wry smile. "I'm surprised you feel so strongly about this. Aren't I the better choice? Stronger, greater influence..." she glances at Ama with a slight sneer. "More beautiful. Or are you<em>in love?</em>" she asks, contemptuously. "You're in a precarious situation, Draiss. You can't go frittering away an alliance like this because of mortal<em>emotions.</em>"