Well he shouldn't mind, really -- in fact, Mistress would be more than a little concerned if he wasn't already used to her continuous mood swings and childish impetuousness. She was appeased with his charm, though, and just hopped onto the baby grand piano, taking a seat and crossing her legs at the knees.

"I was kidnapped," she sniffed, examining her nails, "and you didn't even come looking. I was most disappointed, Ambassador. And now you've been kidnapped as well, and it took you long enough, like I said. Anyway, perhaps you're drunk. Are you drunk?"