Perhaps Martin could have hid his discomfort from a normal person, but Eliza was Bene Gesserit trained.  She could pick up on the subtle nuances from the way that Martin tensed up.  She pulled herself away, making herself look reluctant to do so.  In truth though, she had no desire to make him uncomfortable.  Unlike many nobles who saw their retainers and toys and playthings, she respected Martin's intellect, and now that she'd gotten the information she wanted, she released him to his own recognizance.   Her eyes flicked him up and down and she thought to herself that it was a shame though.<br/><br/>She turned to the Guildsman and offered him a small bow, "I'll leave you two to discuss then."  She said, "Although how you are able to discuss business at a time like this quite beyond me!"  She said flippantly.  It was an act.  All the better to seem like the foolish playgirl.<br/><br/>Eliza drifted around the party, making sure the guests were enjoying themselves in this little bacchanal.  She let her eyes feast on guests, both male and female as they began to enjoy themselves.  Eliza herself decided not partake, not yet anyway.  She was too busy playing hostess.  She found a guilded chair and swept her skirt down so she could sit upon it, crossing her legs as the flowing fabric sat over her knees.  She gestured and a servant brought a drink and set it in her hand.<br/><br/>Eliza sipped and watched, knowing that her retainers had things quite in hand.