Vedette tried to calm herself down by taking a deep breath, then looked over her shoulder in order to distract herself from the current line of conversation. It didn't work very well, of course. She was disgusted. Was this what human men normally talked about at tables in taverns? If they could sleep with each other's sisters? She frowned at nothing and no one but frowned all the same. She had an answer for his question.
And the answer was no, Lethe doesn't like ugly men.
Which was extremely cruel, and would have probably ended in another chair crashing against her, or worse. But then she might actually have to kill him if it came down to that.