Davina's eyes flashed at the idea of trouble.
"I don't think you realize who's arm you are holding," she told him as her smile grew more wicked. "But come, allow me to show you my personal collection of books. We have such a fine library. Perhaps you will like it too." And she guided him away from the crowd to a more secluded room, where the air smelled of mahogany and books. The floor was made of marble, as were some of the statues that lined the room, and there were several stair cases that spiraled all around.
"I must admit, as impressive as our library is, I do not frequent it as much as you'd think."
No, that was her brother's job, after all. He favored the library, she simply ignored it. Or... used it for perfect opportunities, such as this.