Once she realized he seemed he would actually listen to her instructions, at least in part, Georgiana began to relax and let her guard down once more. The flow of quiet conversation around the table was a balm to her nerves, pleased that none of the ladies around the table found occasion to make Rene's presence awkward. In fact, they seemed quite eager to welcome him judging by what looks and attention she noticed he was getting.
Natasha seemed eager to regale her with what had occurred throughout the rest of the night, graciously not mentioning how she'd noticed her elder sister and the Maoin disappearing from the party, though it was obvious in the way that she spoke of things.
It wasn't very long, though, before Georgiana sensed the movement before her. She was smart enough not to visibly startle from it, but her eyes went wide as they snapped to focus on Rene instead of her sister. The younger noblewoman slowly let the conversation fade once she realized what was happening, her mouth slightly ajar as she watched in both awe and amusement. Several other pairs of nearby eyes also settled upon them, curious how their fiery-haired friend would react to such a thing.
Georgiana studied him, eyes narrowing slightly in skepticism of his sincerity as she looked between his face and the offered pastry. For the sake of shared company she mustered up a fake, sweet smile of praise that didn't reach her eyes in the slightest. She understood a challenge when she saw one and it seemed clear enough he was vying for control over her yet again.
"Thank you, Rene, how kind of you," she murmured sweetly, leaning forward slightly to daintily eat from the offered food in his hand. She was tense, though, her movements rather rushed and jerky as she fought to remain the image of composure at the table with so many eyes upon them. It was of the utmost importance, after all, that she maintain the facade of a perfectly kind, gracious, and reasonable woman who could not fathom the slight her slave was dealing to her now.
"Delicious. What a fine choice," she praised softly, flashing a brief smile after she'd eaten her bite. She leaned slightly away from the remainder lest he force her to finish it, but she was desperate for him to release her from his attention so she might return to the chatter around the table like it never happened. Of course, by the time she realized she was waiting for his choice to come it was far too late to hide the fact that she was at all from anyone else in the room, showing a glaring weakness alongside her obvious obedience.