He hides his disappointment at being unable to molest the elf fairly well, though she can sense he's a little annoyed, albeit impressed, by her agility.<br/><br/>"Of course. And you'll be joining me for the meal, so take a few minutes and wash yourself. There's a small washbasin in the room underneath the stairs where you can refresh, quickly," she says, smiling. "Then we'll work on training you for your new job."<br/><br/>She gestures for Ruby to go wash up, while she talks with Barnaby a bit, leading him towards the front door, one of the marilith's errant hands trying to grab Ruby again, as she slips past. About ten minutes later, and Ruby finds herself in the small, intimate dining room, seated at a table designed to hold, at the very most, six people, though only four, comfortably, the mistress arriving and taking her seat opposite Ruby. "I'm impressed. It sounds like you gave Barnaby quite a good run. Did you enjoy the sparring, at the least?"