Triumph registered behind her eyes, her inner cackling incessant.<br/><br/>Dymiira eyes and lips turned to a frown as she entered, looking at Lucy curiously. "... whore? Whatever do you mean? Arvin was a perfect gentleman, trying to... excuse your indiscretions to me." She smiled rather brightly at the two of them, betraying only sheer innocence. "It was very kind of him to explain your temperament to me."<br/><br/>She made full use of her mental tugging on Arvin to paint herself as a saint compared to Lucy and leave that mental image, if nothing else, imprinted upon his mind. "Thank you for bringing me the food." Her words were sweet without sarcasm.