When it comes to controlling emotions, Tiffany isn't quite as good as Yseult. She is poised, practiced, has learned composure from childhood, but still: when she gets this news, the fact that her stomach does that drop of shame does manage to telegraph on her face. The faint blush that comes to her cheeks lingers longer than she would like it to.

"It did occur over the crystals, yes. You're--" Well. She sighs, and leans back in her chair a little. "I want to ask if you're quite sure, but I can't imagine you'd be having me on. I did say that I did not want to be hazed. I imagine that was taken as a bit of a challenge."