It was moments like this that Brisaenys recognized that a desired effect wasn’t always desirous in an all-encompassing way. No—never could she look upon The Toad with an ounce of anything akin to physical desire. However, something much more developed and cynical etched its path into that smug, tiny smirk of hers. And it painted her stunningly. It was visibly apparent that Brisaenys enjoyed the rise out of Daxos, finding this outcome to be an accomplishment after his insistent disapproval earlier. Turned out, she merely needed the correct trail of thought to find a self-satisfying route to engage with him.
But any internal celebration was short-lived, the feelings were quickly fleeting with the arrival of another into the small room.
As Straga entered—his attention solely on Daxos—Brisaenys practically stumbled out of trajectory of the man’s outstretched arms, so he passed through the doorway without obstacle. Being unnoticed wasn’t so far-fetched for the Velaryon girl. Besides, this was her father’s business, which was a notion that left her once-again quiet and unassuming to the conversation and commotion around her. But this new fair-haired male…
He seemed to know of her Lord Father, too. Quietly, the grey-eyed girl acknowledged the stranger. Just how many associates did he have throughout King’s Landing? Or beyond? She was without knowledge to that question. Without knowledge, but not without some covered ground-work on this day—Daxos was speaking towards Aethon again.
Here, Brisaenys peered away from Straga to look between her father and her new acquaintance. The Toad spoke, “Quite the clever…,” her lips tightened atop her teeth, and only loosening when Daxos finished his thought, “…child you have with you.” Ah, what an improvement. Thing to child; both equally insufferable depending on whom you asked, while Aethon likely cared for neither remark. In a feat mimicking charming, Daxos and his moist handkerchief appeared to bid their farewell towards her. Brisaenys purely responded with a stately, minimal bow of her chin towards her clothed chest.