She has a wiggling tongue attached to a wiggling body Wysteria's hand is very stiff as the snake cautiously crosses into it. Somewhere behind the rictus set of Wysteria's features passes a further irrational surge of disquiet. And though her arm (linked as it is) remains perfectly still, the intensity of her focus on that delicate little body is so pointed that—

"What? Oh. No. It simply seemed to be the first turn which— Madame de Cedoux is lovely. And I would very much like to discuss this matter with her as well, but— Well."

Well. There is a difference between Madame de Cedoux and the two of them here, is there not? She can hardly imagine herself in the same room as the woman in question, much less in intimate conversation with her.

"What is she? Other than a snake, I mean."