"It would behoove you to remember, grand-sire, that I am young, and foolish, and I may act from spite against my long-term interests."  She did not withdraw in the face of Balthazar's calmness, but, rather, reigned her fury by her own volition, the crown of fire fading from her brow, her dress reasserting itself in the simple, elegant silks.  "You did accomplish what we both wanted, I'll not deny that.  But had I known what you intended it would not have been nearly so. . .unpleasant."<br/><br/>Calming herself further, Aurora approached her grandsire and placed a hand on his cheek, her voice honey.  "How can I best serve you if you don't tell me your plans?"