<span style="color: #BF0000"> Shayzl had always been able to push her buttons in just the right way. She was enraged at the "French dogs" line he used and then he dared to insult her beauty. She stood there facing him trying not to show her anger. She calmed herself in her mind and let out the breath that she was holding in. She lifted her hair up and looked him straight in the eye.<br/><br/>"Ven I <span style="font-style: italic">left</span> England I came 'ere. It vas a new start for me, zere vas none of our kind 'ere and I could start everzing new. Zat vas more zan one 'undred 'ears ago. 'ou could not 'ave expected me to keep my accent vizout speaking to one Englishman zat entire time." She turned away from him and walked around the room to the other side of the bed. "Besides, I know 'ou just lied to me. I know zat 'ou know my appearance 'asn't changed since 'ou last saw me. Zat vould be impossible." She gave him a smirk then winked at him and showed a little of her teeth. "I vill see 'ou at dinner. It should be ready by now." She flipped her hair around and walked out of the bedroom door, standing straight and walking like a model so her hair would flow down her back and caress her skin. </span>