"Come." She beckoned him along, leading him down the hallway. Gosetsu dropped from her leg to slither ahead and through the door, practically before she opened it, to curl himself before the small hearth in her room.

As Jecht entered, she closed the door firmly behind him. His fears might have had merit, had it not been a very normal room with a bed, a screen with a few robes and her kimono thrown over it (in haste when that damn lingerie began to itch), and a desk piled high with books. All very normal, indeed.

"I'd offer you tea, but I frankly would like this entire mess over as quickly as possible." Because she had revenge to plan, and a need to figure out precisely who was to blame for this farce.