That bone hand of Ianthe's caught Peony under the chin again, drawing her close enough that a hint of breath could be felt - the motion easy and effortless just like it had been before. A reminder.

"What makes you think that isn't what I've been doing?" The touches, the information offered up about performance venues without being asked. Showing how important she was to an enterprising opportunist. Just because it had been too subtle for Peony to notice...

Ianthe withdrew her touch and leaned back. "I'm a very patient woman when I want to be," she said before turning back to her stew.