A hint of a more honest smile softens her lips; of course, when transported to a world that shouldn't even exist Francis would horrified by presentation. Her eyes traveled over the beast, and her smile turned tilted.

"I rather like it. Suitably barbaric, don't you think?" A long finger taps at her goblet and her eyebrow quirks, and experimentally, she takes a sip from her until now, untasted wine. "A shame about the wine." She admits, conceding his point. "But I think we need our wits about us, don't you?"