Graendal's face was all sweetness. That had not worked particularly well, and her options were exhausted. While she highly doubted that Ishamael's little toy was susceptible to such things, she had plenty to offer and it could pay off well if she happened to be.

Step.

Leaning forward, she brushed Shelley's cheek lightly before whispering something to her softly.

Step.

"If, however, you are finding his attentions... insufficient, then..."

Turn.

The implications of her statement are left hanging in the soft music. The light glinted off Graendal's red-gold curls as she smiled brightly.