With his words taking on a more formal and less charmed and amused formation, Beryl had to bite the inside of her lip slightly to hide the spreading enjoyment from playing completely across her face. Berating and toying with the giant platter of men that had been presented before her all night had been nothing short of the only redeeming quality of her Coming Out Ball, and this moment was no different. She didn't want to overly treat the man with the gift of the obvious sight from her clear enjoyment of engaging with him after all. “True. But every man is quite the fool should they think the best things in life will be handed to them with ease.” Beryl retorted, her confidence and ego shining through with the words.

As Ms. Grimpuckett’s shoes clicked closer and closer to the doorway, Beryl began to playful take the steps faster. She’d expected Mr. Iago to follow suit, lest be scorned by his peers in attendance, but as she glanced back to give him another devious, albeit playful glance, it was much to her surprise to see him launching himself off of the balcony like some kind of absolute mad lunatic. The sight stunned her in place for a second before the rustling of the door propelled her down the spiraled staircase quickly, although with grace. Would he be painting the flowers a new shade of red after all?

Tapping her own way out from the stairwells opening, Beryl glanced around in confusion when there was no splayed man bleeding out on the ground before her. Dying words being uttered from his lips. Instead what she found was the sight of Mr. Iago's crumpled suit piled in the grass and shrubbery that lined the very edges of the wall below the balcony. So that’s how it was, was it? Intrigue wiped her face clean of the brief confusion, and Beryl began to sharply dance her eyes about the greenery. Well, well, well. Mr. Iago was turning out to be vastly more interesting then she could have even guessed given her main interest in him had stemmed from her mothers absolute hatred of the social climbing halfblood.

Before she was able to spot anything in the dimmed evening light however, the sound of her own traps hurried steps could be heard reverberating off of the stone balcony above. Tucking her way in the concealed vantage point from above, Beryl’s ears perked up as she tried to distinguish what exactly was going to be Ms. Grimpuckett’s next course of action. It was only once a brush across her neck continued past that of the feel of wisteria leaves and petals was it that Beryl brought her focus downward to see a black snake fastening itself to her like a black jeweled necklace. Delicately she brought a hand down to bring the snake's head out before her so that she could take in its serpentine features. She smirked at the man, her amusement from the situation growing. “You were right.” Beryl brought the snake up to her rosy lips so that she could whisper softly into his ear and not be overheard from above. “You are fun to boss around.” Her lips brushed against the animagi's head slightly as she continued her hushed words, before ultimately turning her lips upwards into as playful smirk. Pulling the man back from her mouth, Beryl delicately began caressing elegant fingers underneath the snake's chin before angled him upwards, admiring the red specklings that seemed to trail down the garter’s underbelly. How befitting for the man to have manifested in the most blatant form of truth.

The sudden click of the terrace’s door drew Beryl’s attention away however, and she looked upward towards the source of the sounds. Was she leaving to return with more to aid her in the debutante’s retrieval? Perhaps to wrangle Leo into assisting her? Remaining motionless in the drawn out seconds, it wasn’t until the sound of the door closing again did Beryl exhale. Looking out at the gardens grounds now, Beryl took a step forward before glancing back at the scattered suit piece’s Mr. Iago had been wearing prior to his transformation. It would take only a moment's time to gather the man’s wardrobe, but honestly, where was the fun in that?

With rushed steps, Beryl left the cover of the balconies half moon overlook and entered into the labyrinth of colorful floral. She wondered if Mr. Iago was even aware of the situation he’d just been put in, and as the bushes and species of plants grew into a height that could actually be considered a worthwhile maze, Beryl snickered out loud. “You know you did promise me you wouldn’t dare to disappoint.”