Beleth makes a face at Salem when he gives her that smug look, and gives him a slightly harder kick for good measure. And then she tries to ignore that predatory grin, glad that it's not focused on her, because it makes her feel funny things that she doesn't want to try to examine. Instead, she tries to take a sneaky sip when Sam takes his turn, and hopes they're too busy poking at each other to notice. Thanks, Merrick.

But Salem's turn leaves her confused, and for a moment, she looks between the two men, expression baffled. Then it hits her--more like a punch in the gut than a revelation. Her expression sours, and she glances away.

"If the two of you are going to just play to go after each other, I'll leave." She's feeling less reservations about high tailing it out of there, right about now. "I'd hate to be a bother while you two are having your pissing contest." It ends up coming out more like she's whining about them only paying attention to each other. Ugh. Not that she's particularly happy about that, either. Pay attention to herrrr. Or she'll wither away or die.