The lack of a press from a Beast was nice. Her own paced, but without the trigger, it had nothing.
“Good evening Lady Notary Hazelton,” she greets, “I hope your evening as been well,” a pause as an amused smile appears, but doesn’t reach her eyes, “considering.” A polite way of going about things. “I’m curious to see if your words hit a nerve and sparked observation of basic manners or not.” The Savage wasn’t bashful.