One surprise after another. What was Grigori thinking, asking the man not only to come in, but even to go so far as to tell him to undress in front of a lady! Color reached her normally-pale face in a blush and she felt herself go rigid both outside and within. Her eyes travelled the man's fingers and dirty shirt as he pried it open and she quickly turned around before he got much farther.<br/><br/>At Grigori's words she glared daggers at the man and her hands curled into small fists as she imagined choking the life out of the infurating man. Couldn't he have any sort of sense for her dignity, much less their guest's!? "What, is having him undress not enough of a distraction!?" she whispered, anger and spite clear in her quiet voice. A moment passes as she tries to get a grip on her emotions, pushing them down until they are far enough below the surface with only a bubble rising up at times to tinge her voice. "Just cast it while you're outside and out of earshot and continue concentrating on it until you're back here," she mutters, her words flat with a hint of resentment as she waited for him to bring something with which Jakov could cover himself.