Quinn poured two glasses of wine, and brought the glass to her new guest, it was just the two of them now and if sleeping with the enemy meant that they could avoid a war, then she'd do it in a heartbeat. Especially when she'd caught the beastkin staring at her numerous times. The things she had to do for peace, "You didn't have to create trouble to have a personal meeting with me, my door is always open Santana. May I call you Santana?"

Santana raised a brow, she had expected to be thrown into a dungeon and made to wait for the princess, not be personally escorted to what appeared to be Quinn's study, there were mountains of paperwork on her desk. "That's my name," she says bluntly. "Will Rachel be joining us?"

"My wife prefers to leave these matters to me, she prefers not to know," Quinn answers easily, watching as Santana takes the offered glass. A perfect way to break up the day. "I have to ask what you were doing near the tower, it's off-limits—" Quinn blinks as Santana suddenly gets up and starts to look around her study, paying special attention to the books on her shelf.

"You can't really fault me for being curious about your flying machines, I've never seen them before and wanted to get a closer look. I don't want a war between our two countries, even if you have the technological advantage—"

"And the manpower," Quinn adds. "We have the bodies to throw at this, your people do not have that luxury. Despite Kara and Charlie's fractured relationship, the dwarven kingdom will remain neutral. And the elves—well they aren't to be trusted. You seem like the most amenable to ironing out a treaty—"

"I don't have the authority, Sansa does," Santana interrupts, stopping to look at the map of the continent.

Quinn nods and gets up with her drink in her hand as she slides up behind Santana and studies the map and gently touches Santana's shoulder, "Perhaps, but I do think that the best way to come to an understanding is the mingling of bodies," Quinn says, as she gently brushes Santana's hair back.

Santana's reaction as she realizes what exactly is happening is immediate as she turns and hisses at Quinn, baring her fangs and extending her claws. "What do you think you're doing?"

That was not the reaction Quinn was expecting, she didn't normally misjudge these situations. Using sex to get exactly what she wanted was commonplace for her, "I apologize but I thought that I was doing what you came here for? I've seen you staring at me during the talks, and at dinner—it's okay. I'm very discreet."

"Staring at you?" Santana repeats her ears flattening at the top of her head, as she bares her teeth and quickly puts some distance between her and Quinn. The last thing she wanted was her mate thinking that there was something going on here. "I think you're mistaken I was staring at the better looking twin, you two just happened to be seated side by side."

Quinn blinks, and then does it again as her jaw goes slightly slack. She's unsure if she's just been insulted or not, "The better looking—you were staring at me there is no need to be coy about the whole thing. I know people have said as much to make me jealous—" Quinn sputtered, her confidence in her actions shaken. Charlie.

"I'm still interested in the better looking twin," Santana repeats, placing the glass of wine down. It really was those arms of hers that Charlie seemed keen on showing off, even if they weren't mates she'd want those wrapped around her. There was a strength there, and while she did question her mate's general intelligence at times, it was clear that her mate just lacked common sense, it wasn't as if she wasn't intelligent. "Did Sansa put you up to this?"

"What?"

"Trying to seduce me, so she can have a go at your twin?" Santana demands scowling at Quinn, and wrinkling her nose. "You smell awful and your arms are far too skinny."

"You were attempting to seduce me!" Quinn insists, almost petulantly. Her twin didn't get beautiful women, she did. Charlie was incapable of talking to them and she managed to scare most potential suitors away.

"If I wanted to bed you, I would have done so already, from what your wife tells me it's not exactly a difficult task," Santana says, watching as her comment flusters Quinn. "Charlie on the other hand—" Santana smiles even if it's one of annoyance, she would simply have to work harder. She knew her mate at least wanted her, so she would simply need to make it unbearable for her mate till she did what needed to be done.

Quinn snorted, it was absurd. Charlie wouldn't have the first clue what to do with a woman like Santana, she was certain that this had to be some sort of joke that one of her sisters was playing on her. No one chose Charlie, she lacked manners, she was dense, she didn't know the name of the great noble families, she swung a sword around and dealt with the commoners. "This is some elaborate ploy isn't it?"

Santana tilts her head at Quinn, she didn't quite understand why Quinn was acting as if Charlie probably didn't have plenty of women chasing after her. Those arms alone, there wasn't a woman who wouldn't want to be wrapped up in those arms! "If there's nothing else, I'll pretend that this conversation didn't happen. It's an insult to the beastkin when a married or mated person tries to break their vows. I understand that concubines are common for your people, but I don't have to accept that so I'm going to go now." Without waiting for a reply, Santana makes her way to the open window and hops out of it.

Quinn stares at where Santana had just been before turning around and heading to the door of her study and opening it, she's not truly surprised to find Nyssa lurking, with a few palace guards and she quickly shoos them away. She doesn't need this to get out, her reputation would be ruined.

"So it went poorly?" Nyssa questions, trying to keep her voice neutral.

Quinn narrowed her eyes as she took a seat at her desk. "If you had a choice between me and Charlie, who would you choose?"

"In what context?" Nyssa asked, feeling a headache coming on. When Quinn shoots her a dirty look she shrugs her shoulders, "In a bar fight, I'd take your sister over you."

"To bed, who would you prefer in bed?" Quinn huffs.

Nyssa stared at Quinn for a moment, that beastkin must have done a number on her if she was asking such questions. "Did you get an answer as to why she was near the tower?"

"She was curious, and quite frankly even if she saw something she shouldn't have, she's a beastkin who thinks Charlie is more attractive than I am. Her intelligence is suspect," Quinn muttered bitterly.

"Perhaps, but she also doesn't know your sister. It's not as if Charlie hasn't had admirers, but you know what happens when she drinks far too much to steady her nerves and attempts to talk to women."

An idea suddenly forms in Quinn's brain and she smirks, "That is true. Do we still have that dwarven ale? You know the one that tastes like dirt and mushrooms?"

"Quinn."

"Nyssa." Quinn shoots back a massive grin on her face. It would be funny and once Santana saw what a mess Charlie was, then bedding her would be far easier. It wouldn't even be particularly difficult to help her twin make a fool of herself, Charlie constantly did that on her own.