Touka reached for the offered tea, but midway through the motion she stiffened. A presence was looming somewhere just outside the room, listening to the conversation - and making their power quite obvious. It wasn't the careless unveiling of an untrained amateur, either - no, the presence had simply appeared, right outside the door. A calculated move, then - one calculated to intimidate, perhaps? The watcher had unveiled him- or herself right as the pup lordling had mentioned her family. Her lower back started to itch again, and she straightened back up without touching the tea. "You are polite for someone allowing eavesdroppers on your guests," she said sharply.