"Kill people like me," she replied, easily, wiping up the gravy and popping the last morsel of birdflesh into her mouth. She washed it down with a delicate sip of the overpowering wine.  "But quietly.  Not loud, as the others do."

She angled her head to better catch her reflection in a hanging silver mirror, along with a surreptitious view of the rest of the chamber, measuring brief, unseen glances thrown her way.  

"You said we were being used," she said, laying her cutlery down on the plate.  "Both of us.  I hope you will tell me, if we are to walk into a pit."