Irene casts her a smirk, eyes glinting, and sashays past her, clicking up the stairs. "Playing the gentleman?" she inquires, trailing her fingers up the banister rail. Her other hand toys briefly with the hem of her dress- not at all unintentionally, or nervously. It's a gesture designed to attract attention- much like the slightly wild smile she throws Odessa over her shoulder. It's almost conspiratorial, as if they're misbehaving together.

Which, well- they might be, mightn't they?