Emilia shakes her head. She doesn't seem to quite agree with Jules - although she doesn't say it right away, too busy saying Oh, thank you at the offered wine, pushing the glass towards her for a refill.

"I hardly think that she needs to feel like a monarch. She took us all from our homes. Kidnapped us, actually. I don't know what kind of diplomat does that."

There's a bitterness in her words that she can't quite mask. How could she, anyway? It's not like she needs to - she's in her right to loathe the Queen and her stupidity and antics that make Em have a great dislike for her. In fact, because of those she has developed the habit of brushing her fingers idly against her collarbone where a tiny scar lays - caused during the antics of said carnivorous flowers, as one had taken a good bite out of Em before Tifa managed to rescue her. If fact, you can see it, a white line against her skin, across the bone of the collar.

"Hm, I don't think it's desperate," she shrugs. "You're good with people and you know how to talk. I don't see what's the catch here."