She stands to get it, though she calls in the decanter and glasses to the table. Her movements graceful, practiced as she moves across the room, the dress showing as much as it hides, shifting around her. Green and gold like her eyes, and like the Jewels, it shows off the delicacy of her frame, designed to seduce by it's very cut.

She pours two glasses of brandy, moving slowly back to him to hand it to him, arm outstretched just a bit from her body.

There's an almost imperceptible whine at the door, which she hurriedly locks with a Grey lock. The last thing she needs is the wolf in here.