Louise looking at you with a blank stare, wondering what the nine hells you are babbling about. Sighing out some more and holding onto her head from the headache you are giving her.<strong>"I have no idea what you are talking about pet, you are just making up words!"</strong>About ready to pull out her riding crop to punish you for asking such nonsense, all the while the carriage rolls on down the road and back home. Your mistress blushing furiously as she stares out of the window, mumbling to herself and very pissed at how she trusted you to be civil and instead you insult her with gibberish.