She wanted to slap him, slap that pale cheek and cold eyes. How dare he speak so down toward her. God damn her sex; he would be putting much more worry in her if she was not a frail woman; but he would pay. Pay for thinking her lacking, particularly telling her what was and was not enough.
However, she let none of such show on her face, instead, returning back to a blank stare, eyes dead and practical. “If leaving yours alone is not enough, I am curious as to what you think would be? I am not a woman to be tread lightly Mr Nott.” Even if he would treat her such anyway.