[Even at this close proximity, the creature looks very much like a snake. Pleased or otherwise seems to make very little difference to its appearance, all things considered.]

Then perhaps in exchange for my notes you would make me a few for how to best read her mood. [Unclechning from the shawl, she lowers a hand toward both the snake of Val. Wysteria wiggles her fingers in invitation. Mlem mlem mlem, goes Ribbon's little black tongue.] Trust has nothing at all to do with it. I'm going to sleep, and so if you don't surrender her then you will soon find yourself sitting on the floor in the dark.