Far from be intimidated, Poenia's eyes shine when he takes the bait. It's difficult for her to hide her wide grin, and her fingertips press eagerly into her wine glass. "Oh I know you can't." She tips her head to one side, feigning cuteness. "Zombies take orders, they don't have opinions, or feelings, or thoughts." She leans in and whispers. "But you're doing a decent job of pretending."

"Poenia," Sagyne snaps, brow furrowed in worry. It's hard to tell if he's looking uncomfortable because he's embarrassed or anxious. "Poenia, stop it."

Poenia snorts and straightens, shrugging at her brother. "Relax. It's not like Isidor is going to break your arm over that." The last word is said with a nod to Harrowheart. "That's a privilege she reserves for her little mouse."