She noticed-- body language was not a foreign language to her. She had a vague idea of what it was, as well; her lack of breathing and blinking had been unsettling to many humans throughout the decades, she supposed. Before, she would have been careful to at least try to do it whenever she made eye contact with one. Here she felt no desire to try.

"Perhaps you will change your mind here. After all, this castle feeds on wishes of extravagance and luxury." She moved her gaze from him to her nails, sharp and as hard as her marble-like skin. "Your wish is its command."