Mara wants to deny it. After all, it's the polite thing to do, isn't it? But she can't out and out say that, because that would be a lie, and she simply cannot lie. But she can try to stop her tell-tale toe tapping, and shoot Maxim an innocent looking smile over the edge of her teacup. Teacups come in so handy, not just for drinking tea!

"Anxious? Whatever do you mean?" A soft tap on her foot has her suddenly leaning down to look under the table at the tail of the retreating cat. Eyes full of laughter rise above the table to look up at Horvath's amused face. "I think that your friend likes my shoes."

Her toes can stay calm and quiet for only so long, and as she eats she glances over at his plate to see if he would like more food. Or to see if he's getting full, because she brought more than enough.