Once again silence filled the hall and all their ears, a second passing before she shifted and peered down lower. She watched Selwyn as much as she could from her odd position as the man appeared to sweat, her  new  position making it just that much harder for her to get an accurate look. Gods how she missed her old spot, a deep-seated longing for her prior placement just behind His chair. Selwyn’s moustache twitched as she waited on him, a walrus nibbling upon his own lip. Bit by bit, second by second, she watched as a flush appeared to colour his cheeks. Of course, the tinge was still nowhere near as bright as the red stain blotching his nose, a likely result of far too many years spent drinking fine liquors.