She looked fully prepared to rush him or grapple a rush of his own if need be, but something in his words made her pale eyes blink, and narrow. What he'd said.... no, it must be coincidence, or that she'd simply heard him wrong. "Say that again; so I understand."<br/><br/>If he wanted to believe her stupid, she was glad to oblige. Anything he perceived as a weakness in her, she could probably use to her own advantage later. With that thought, she let her eyes drop to the skin he held, and ran her tongue over her lips - wetting the skin, and the dried sweep of blood upon them.