Ellie snorted. "If the Queen of England chose to swear, then the whole of bloody Britain would be following suit within the hour and you know it." She chose her words deliberately, intending to provoke with her continued used of slight profanity. "And do you really think I care bollocks if you think I'm uncouth? I'm not the one who has to continually run other people down in order to find some small sense of self worth for myself."
The rest of Emma's words almost made her glance down at herself self consciously, but she stopped at the last moment, not wanting to give the other girl the satisfaction. "You know, for someone who is so against the idea of girls with girls, you spend an awful lot of time cataloguing, critiquing, and noticing my appearance. Is there something you want to tell me?" She leaned in close, being obnoxious on purpose to get a rise out of Emma. "D'you want to brush my hair for me, sweetness?"