"Oh, terribly friendly aren't-" Yes, yes she is friendly- Adelaide is not all that accustomed to being licked and no matter how well trained or well fed- dog breath is dog breath. Adelaide sputters and leans away, almost tipping over in her effort to escape. Malcolm saves her with that sharp whistle and Adelaide spends a moment or two staring, aghast, at Milady.

Someone truly isn't a dog person.

"Ah. Is that...normal?" The licking. The- being right in one's face? She shakes her head to clear the shock, summoning a small palmfull of water to dampen a kerchief and wipe her face clean. Remarkably well trained, is Milady, but...a dog is a dog. "My sister married a Fereldan Lord- it is his family's legacy as much as perfectionism is the LeBlanc Legacy. She threw herself into improving the kennels and breeding as much as possible."