<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2hx8301.jpg)</div>While Annette did not eat too much, she ate with the enthusiasm of one who knew how to enjoy the finer things in life.  Her portions were small, but she took a variety of them.  And, of course, she ate as a proper young woman, always using the correct implement, keeping her elbows in, not letting any morsel brush her lips.  She let a reasonable amount of pleasure to show on her beautiful features, enough to compliment her host without embarrassing herself.<br/><br/>The screeching of the monkey brought an immediate reaction from Annette, if subtle.  As the creature was wheeled in, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her soft lips pinching together just a little.  She shot her host a curious glance, her blue eyes searching.  She realized it was a test almost immediately.  The question was, why?  And what should she do about it.  For a few moments, Annette considered.  She started to chew her lower lip thoughtfully, but stopped herself; she'd schooled herself out of that reaction long ago.<br/><br/>In truth, Annette had little problem with killing.  It was something that happened.  She'd had the occasional opponent who'd died of wounds before healing could be found.  And sometimes cutpurses and the like accosted her in the poorer areas of town, when she'd been slumming, and paid for their mistake.  But she'd never killed someone who hadn't been armed.  Or at least attacking her, anyway.<br/><br/>Turning gracefully, Annette gave her host a charming smile.  "I apologize, Darion, but it has been a long journey."  She says, her voice dulcet and cultured.  "And I'm afraid I've already enjoyed so much of your lovely hospitality.  I'm afraid that my stomach might not be up to any more."  There.  Hopefully it wouldn't mean she'd failed, even though she did make her meaning clear.<br/>