This, she had to see. So she reserved any verbal snarking back at the man, folding her arms over herself. Yotsuyu realized she was being self-conscious, which...didn't sweeten her mood any, either.

"That is well and good, but perhaps we ought to retreat to my quarters? Just in case it works?"

At least there she had a dressing screen she could run behind, if it did work, and save her more humiliation.