<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeoirZOHjZI/TpbrUMqp-nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/QBqdFHi8zsk/s1600/Morena+Baccarin.jpg)</div><br/>She shrugs her shoulders returning his glare with her own. Not as intimidating as the black haired man, but she gave it her best.<br/><br/>"I believe the..'taking up your brothers mantle' comment also counts as revealing a bit of my identity? Call it equalizing the odds."<br/><br/>Placing one finger on her chin she ponders for a brief moment. Purposely milking the moment as long as she can in attempts to infuriate Valkyrie's mentor.<br/><br/>"Nope...nothing at all. At least not yet. However, Valkyrie? Let me be the first to say 'I'm sorry'. What was it you called him? Jarl? Hmm...catchy. No doubt he's ran you ragged with training and everything...however, I can't believe I'm going to say something nice about him...he's damn good at what he does. Scary, yes, moody, yes, but a tickle under his ear will soon sooth him and him purring."<br/><br/>She walked over to Val and placed a comforting hand on her broad shoulder mocking a concerned look when mentioning Jarl before said face turns to a smirk that's directed at him. She doesn't hide the the fact that the whole display was to get at him. To press his buttons as the saying goes, and she loved every second of it.