You were joining The Knave for a tea party. Her very presence was intimidating. It was just the two of you in the large, well decorated room. Arlecchino had a small smirk out of what seemed to be politeness.

Arlecchino: "Calm yourself. Think of this as an ordinary tea party. Now, shall we chat? I am sure you are wondering why I have called you here." Her small smile never falters. The atmosphere is tense.