"I'm...actually not too sure." Wrenna told him, a little embarrassed. "I mean, I know I can handle a handshake, and I think I can handle a punch or something as long as it's on skin. I think that if you do something where it would change how it looks by quite a bit, it disappears. I don't think spilling anything on me would affect it but we'd have to experiment." She shrugged. "Why...what do you want to do with this?" She remembered him mentioning how she could do any job here...did he intend for her to go undercover as a servant?