<br/>Surveying the interesting menagerie of bravado or cattiness about the table, Ansalia had the sense that this was not the sort of group who'd see eye to eye with her on all things ethical or interpersonal, but it certainly was interesting, and whatever motive achieved common ends was more or less all one to her.<br/><br/>She nodded and smiled to Alyx's interest in flight, meeting her dilating eyes briefly with a nod to promise she'd happily take her own riding through the air sometime, whether for one of their missions or for simple sport. Then something in the nun's look and shift of posture - and especially when Ansalia followed that mysterious gaze back to her own slipping evening gown - put the paladiness in mind of a<em>different</em>sort of sport with the Sister.<br/><br/>Now, was it some thought she read in Alyx's eyes - or was she simply spawning these thoughts of her own (perhaps rendered curios by the escapes strand of hair what else lay beneath the habit) and projecting them onto the other woman? Hmm. Maybe even that question was some layer of deliberate insinuation in the nun's body and face language: acting so as to plant thoughts in the other without realizing they weren't the originator. Well.<br/><br/>She snapped from this musing when the host answered Alyx with what, Ansalia gathered, was meant to be an insult. Somehow, not understanding its purpose made it seem less offensive; perhaps it was simply his way. She rubbed Alyx's leg under the table again, and gave also a silvery laugh. "Do you prefer," she asked the nun, "Being the lupine or the serpent? An idea if we ever accompany one another too a masquerade."<br/>