N'emea's skin bristled and prickled at the sudden wave of cold. Though she held no particular love for any court personally, her families alignment put her somewhat against the side of Winter. And to have this Winter harlot speak with the honeyed tongue that she never had patience for, only makes a low rumble in her chest grow, even as her hand clenched and unclenched about the hilt of her sword, before forcing herself to relax for a moment. "A true pity, certainly, having to sully your high born nature with such a common Wyld. Still...we all must tolerate those things in life which we truly regret."<br/><br/>The mere thought of owing this creature a favor raises her hackles, and makes her ears twitch in annoyance. Would that things were as simple as they were in Grandfather's time, when the mortal world was larger, vaster it seemed from his stories. Now, it seemed, one could not go for a lively stroll, chase some prey, without encroaching upon someone elses' territory. Still, appearances, balances. The curriences of Fae, obligations. She had suffered an insult upon the Winter court, hunting in their territory, though by her standards only a minor one.<br/><br/>Tapping a gloved finger against her chin, she pondered. The past few days had been so lacking in adventure, and this otherwise boring and trivial matter could perhaps spice up the tedium. Spinning as she's circled, her boot squeaks on the slippery asphalt, even as a toothy grin spreads across her face. "If you believe insult given then I apologize and grant you a boon, freely given to ask. Though speak it plain and true, and by your word given that I will not visit harm upon any that truly deserve it."