Irene transfers her crop to her left hand and reaches out, taking Odessa's chin, thumb against her lower lip, very but very commanding. She turns her head to ensure she's not casting her eyes anywhere but at Irene herself.

"Depends," Irene murmurs- soft, reprimanding, in charge, "on whether that girl can remember to keep her eyes on me or not."

She has a price in mind, but she wants to see how Odessa reacts to this first. Again: curiosity. And it will help her know what she wants, of course.