A brief war wages in Wysteria's face with such visibility that she must be an extremely poor poker player. She does not want to carry a snake in her clothes. She does not want to carry a snake at all. She would prefer, generally, not touch a snake or and to instead study a snake through a pane of very clear glass or perhaps for a distance of one or two feet.

And yet, it is not a snake. Not really. She is merely... snake-shaped.

Which Wysteria resolves is a very different thing altogether.

"I would like that very much. And of course would promise to do nothing of the sort. When will you need her returned?"