This is how it ends, Beleth thought, eyes wide, and leaning as far away from Isabela as she could without toppling over on her stool. She had no idea what just happened, this entire meeting did a 180 degree turn and her mind is still trying to play catch up as Isabela talks about various body parts and someone attempting to eat her oh dear Creators why. Why this.

She tried to will down the fervent blush that heated up her cheeks, and when that didn't work, slowly reached for her mug and took a long sip of ale. Okay. Words, next. Absolutely no words came to her mind, unless 'why' would manage to cover everything.

"I. Don't want to flaunt anything. Um. If that's okay." She returned the mug to the bar, staring at it for a moment as she tried to even think of what she could say. "If we can do that without any flaunting...? Or. eating. Or comparing me to food. Please."