[Benedikta watches the woman with care, amber eyes locked on to her every move as she slowly lowers herself to sit on the velvety couch, and she lifts a hand to give a sharp clear of her throat.]

I will have some tea. With lemon, if you don't mind.

[The woman looks at her as if Benedikta has just said something utterly offensive, and she swears she can hear her gritting her teeth from the other end of the table before she smiles sweetly. "Of course. Please make yourselves at home. I will fetch my master... and your tea."

Meanwhile, she casts another glance at Alhaitham and waits for her to leave before she speaks up.]

Surely there is something in here describing the nature of them.