She knew that this was just another part of his game, to make her irritated, fearful, and confused at wondering what his game was. Yet she could not help feeling all of these, nor could she keep the annoyed sigh from escaping. Her late father had always said her inability to keep her emotions in check would be her downfall, and she was starting to believe it.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes narrow at his insulting tones, but she does not lash out angrily, instead she just put a thin smile on and responded "Your seamstress has my measurements, do be sure that the clothing is washed. By all means, I wouldn't want your enjoyment hindered by my presence." Again she uses sarcasm as a shield, and while she does not really hope to get away with it she sweeps, or rather manages, to walk towards the exit the servants had left rather then to the door to the chambers she had waken in.