Ro'or was not to be deterred however, not even by his own twin sister. "And how exactly if I may ask do you acquire such specimens? I can't imagine that you are able to come by them easily," he said almost as if his words were a challenging accusation. Unhappy with such implications, Amleah immediately squawked out her brother's name, nearly spilling her drink in the process as she spun to face him. She knew what he had meant and would not stand to have her guests accused of illegal activities so soon after meeting them.
"Enough," she demanded firmly yet in a quiet voice, her forefinger pointing at him warningly before she quickly turned to the two gentlemen, "don't answer that. You'll only encourage him." Without waiting to see their reactions though the High Lady turned back to her twin furiously. "These gentlemen are here to be social," she all but hissed, "not to undergo an interrogation by you, dearest." She smiled with a clenched jaw that was obviously forced but she refused to back down until he did.
With a roll of his eyes Ro'or simply shook his head. "As my lady commands. But you've had quite enough of that for one night," he added, trying to relinquish her hold upon her goblet. She could only glare in disapproval as a servant collected it from her at her brother's command and she was left empty-handed. The dark twin ignored her pout to settle deeper within his seat. "And what would you have talk of Amleah? Ribbons and lace?"
She smiled broadly then, having regained her composure. "No, I think you're the only one here who would take an interest in such things," Amleah replied spitefully while smoothing out her skirts. "Oops!" she feigned embarrassment, "was I not supposed to mention that?"
"That was cruel sister, dear," his words rang within her mind.
"You took my drink away," came her expected reply.