Enjoying his moment? Talk about an understatement. Beryl’s eyes traced over Mr. Iago’s features as he tried to subtly gaze off into the crowd of onlookers, thrill glinting behind his green eyes as his obvious pleasure over the moment was hardly contained from her close up distance. At least the snake had done his homework when it came to executing the timing of dance, as they stayed in perfect harmony with one another throughout his gloating need to grin out to their audience. “Don’t worry about me.” She assured, as his self indulgence was sure to be cutting her mother deeper with every fleeting glance he tried to steal of their surroundings as they twirled about. “I am far from some foolish girl that solely vies for a man's attention.”

Beryl kept smiling over at Mr. Iago as he most definitely lied to her with the true ease of a snake. Interesting. There was no way in hell her mother knew he was going to be in attendance given her visceral reaction of pure disgust at the mere sight of him. “I wouldn’t put it past her.” She hummed out the words pleasantly, her smile of peaked amusement never faltering from her face for even a second. “Once she breaks the seal to her lush habits for the evening all bets are off as to how she might react.” Trailing her eyes off of Mr. Iago, Beryl locked eyes with her mother and beamed gleefully at the hag as she tightened poised hands once again into his suit. “Every passing sip only opens more dangerous possibilities than the next as the night progresses.” The whispered words were the truth, but even floating lushes learned how to contain their demons amongst peers when shoved into the limelight. They were safe - for now.

“But I imagine that would be right up your alley,” Giving a final coy smirk at her mother dearest, Beryl turned her attention back to Mr. Iago. “Given the fact that you're my fathers guest.” An educated guess at best, but one does not strive for perfection in their marks without gaining the benefits that come alongside a hunger for knowledge, and the more Beryl let Mr. Iago’s presence seep into her thoughts and color her curiosity, it seemed by far the only logical answer. How else could someone like him have been allowed to join in on the festivities if not for the close connection? It made sense that her mother would be left in the dark on the invite as well. The woman was just as closed off from her father as she was, and the late nights that he did return home she was often passed out from her own miserable routine hours prior. Beryl, however, had managed to catch some of the rattled and hushed words from a few of her fathers guests as they echoed out from the vent in her father’s office over the years. Mere pieces and snippets of a grander and highly intricate puzzle, but without a doubt an extremely dark one.

The question now though, was how did Mr. Iago fit into that puzzle? He didn’t have enough wealth to be of use to her father in that regard. So what did he bring to the table? It had to be something quite useful to have earned himself a spot there for the evening. Beryl kept her brown eyes turned upwards as she bore her strong gaze into the tall blonde as the sounds of the song slowly cascaded downwards into a quiet finish. However, her tiny hands kept a firm grip onto Mr. Iago’s shoulder as the next song’s melody began to softly hum across the ballroom. He wasn’t going anywhere. “What is it that you do for a living Mr. Iago? I'd love to hear.” Another shade of curiosity deepening her colored interest in the snake.