[ While she has similar feelings about such orders, she's not in a position to display her dismay openly. Sui Feng simply inclines her head, face still largely impassive, the slightest curl of her lip as if to say yes, that would certainly be great.

(Though what would truly be great is if she had something useful to do. Dresses and dances are not her art, and in this moment, her birthright is more of a curse than a blessing.) ]

Ah..

[ Sui Feng lifts her gaze a little more, scanning his livery and colors. He wears the mark of a Simms, but he doesn't seem to have heard of her work. Not that Kendry has gone to great lengths to loan her out, but even so..

Murder is not, she's been told, polite party conversation. ]

A person House Kendry has deemed worthy of my particular talents and training, my lord. Someone whose loyalties do not lie as they should.