Quin: *gives the old amin a small nod/bow* Thank you, sir. *as he's following the noblewoman (and why /is/ she the one showing him around like this? isn't this a servant's work?)* Ah . . . l-lashes . . . my lady? *doesn't /want/ to ask about that, doesn't want to seem to be asking /for/ that, but...can't hold it any longer, just wants to get it over with*