"Bold?" She echoed incredulously and she wondered if that was truly the first word that came to this creature's mind or it that had been buffered through many, many layers of etiquette and charm. Regardless, she rather liked this gentleman's soft touch. Kind to cruel, or so her spies had told her, how utterly fascinating.

Mileena could not ignore the interior of his home (if it even was his) and how it had been decorated. "What a charming home," she chimed finding a seat in what appeared to be his living room. She sat down as if she owned the place; spine flush with the chair, arms extended along the back and legs crossed in front of her. "I just can't find pieces like this for back home, craftsmanship is shocking where I come from." Small talk, idle chatter, she wanted to test the waters before she did or said something too revealing. "Don't suppose I could bother you for something to eat, could I? I am famished. And I heard that you are just--" she lazily rolled her hand at the wrist as if dusting for the word "--an artist with your food."