Caoro knew his talk was that of a commoner, a small man with big words. And if he wanted to test her she could have armies thrown on him in an instant. Her face remained calm as she went to her closet grabbing her three foot tame cobra from its small habitat, she wasn't trying to scare Guyton she just knew it was time for Berton's feeding. She allowed Berton to crawl over her body while she got some raw meat from a cooler. "Would you like to feed him?" She asked Guyton. "And I know my 'social status' is not important to you or this crew, I shouldn't have thrown it around." Berton was hissing and writhing, she knew he was hungry and she fed him a small bit of meat.