Rebecca lounged in her chair, her posture loose and relaxed.  One hand idly rested on her House special.  Essentially a cocktail of blood, mixed with enough alcohol to perfume the beverage and thin the precious vitae within.  She sipped it occasionally, doing her best to fit into the scene as it were, doing her best impression of one of the sheep.  The other hand though, was still softly caressing the blade ravaged arm, a fingertip following each of the scars individually.  Her childe was a good girl, she would in time learn what it was to be a real monster.  Perhaps, tonight she would show the sweet thing, what a beautiful young woman looks like when she is wracked in torment.  Then, they could share a wonderful meal, of fear laced blood...<br/><br/>Shadow shaded eyes flicked to the seneschal as she entered, she lowered her head a mere fraction of an inch.  It was as much of a proper bow, as she would risk in mixed company, the sheep were everywhere... still, something amusing, and enlightening would come out of this little encounter, Keisha would have a brush with primal terror, it was time to see how strong the little fledging’s will was.  She allowed her hand to slip away, not wanting to give the girl anything to anchor herself to.<br/><br/>She did not flee, she allowed herself a hint of a smile.  She was afraid, she could tell by the way she touched her flesh, from the look in her eyes, when one seen as much terror as Rebecca had, it was impossible to hide.  The girl showed inner fortitude...  She had passed one of her first tests.  The damned monster allowed her hand to move to rest on top of the girl’s.  She was beginning to see less, and less of a reason to remain here, no important figures strolled the floors, well, there was the seneschal but she seemed preoccupied with tonight’s meal.<br/><br/>“Is there anything you would care to do here my pet?  I know it has been sometime since we’ve done anything quite so social.”