Anne finds herself remiss to believe a word of that, and she only stiffens in shock at the dagger being pulled out. She then nearly laughs at herself for fearing a dagger when the girl could just as easily set her wolf upon her.

"Her niece...?" Blue eyes, muddled from liquor and confusion, drift down to see the dagger. It is ornate, though not something Anne herself is acquainted with. It seems a silly thing to lie about, though, for surely a girl would instead lie about something pretty and girlish. Then again, this one seems to be neither of those things. And who would be dimwitted enough to show off something stolen?

"I must wonder why she has not yet introduced us, then. Could she be hiding you from me? Keeping you all to herself? I should be quite cross and jealous, for if she is your aunt, then I am your great aunt."