"I dance."

Flipping a hand over idly, Sasha leaned back in her chair. Richard seemed droll enough, true to form from what she'd heard of his countrymen though she had nothing to judge by personally. In a world of military men where showing interest seemed tantamount to admitting defeat half of the time, she wondered idly how hard a boy like Wolf would have it when he was so proud of what he did and was. With luck, the battlefield would get him the limelight he wanted. Sasha's life had hardly been so military, so involved in the business as the rest, and so it seemed less important to her. Humility in humble beginnings, and all that.

"Ballet, I mean, none of the clubbing and grinding nonsense you hear about these days. I read a bit, but not much--trashy things, not important. I doubt you'd approve." She added to Thessalia with an easy chuckle. "And I play the piano, but not so well. You all have spent much more time in the industry, from what I understand, I'm sure it would seem dull to you. I've been learning more about martial arts, though, the comparison with dancing has been made so often that I can't help but wonder if it's accurate at all. You'll two will have to perform for me, some time, we'll see." Grinning slightly, amused at the thought, she relaxed bonelessly in her chair. So comfortable, around this place--in the lap of luxury for once in her life, she intended to enjoy it.