My, would that she had been another so sensitive to allow such words to prick at her skin. Cocking her head, the blonde contemplated her reflection upon the glass window; gloved hand reaching up and sooner resting upon her mirror image. Disgruntled? Perhaps, though none stood to blame for her current disposition, in a sense. She had mastered many a thing in her lifetimes yet the manner in which to conceal an ill mood was not one of them; more so when she found herself to be…sulking.
All the same, a trademark (albeit rather dry) smirk twinged lightly upon her lips at his statement, but Kiss-Shot bore no grudge on that score; rather the lack of proper conduct seemed oddly endearing–so would such insolence be overlooked in light of her mood. She merely hummed in amused affirmation to his outspoken inquiry, amber gaze to drift low and away from the venue before her to make the climb of her company’s person.
“Charming, aren’t thee? If we art to toss about the very first thing to tug at our clever tongue, then alloweth us moveth down the list and blame thy presence, instead, boy.”
From her initial reaction alone would his mind dub her as strange. Normally his words were one to entice anger. In fact it was his goal to chip away at people’s reserves to gain a flare out of them. A strange hobby that he placed on himself in order to further distance from the boy he used to be.
He wasn’t sure to find joy in her return or distaste in the ruining of his game. At present he could only put himself on guard against one who battled him back in whits. Insult for insult. This was something he deserved on some level he knew. “If not for your loitering upon the premises we’d both have been spared an unpleasant sight.” None the less it wouldn’t stop him from continuing what he started.
“Boy?” The smallest of laughs comes from him now. “I’d have thought a woman to have more manners or did thoe die along in your old age?”