"Men shouldn't lay hands on Lord Tyrith Lannister's daughter," she replied back with cool contempt. If he was going to harm her, there wasn't much she could do to stop it. But she could keep her pride. And on the chance that she was lucky enough to survive, she could give herself more than a whisper to identify him with later if she played this just right.
The darkness obstructed his features, even up close. She could see a vague outline of his general frame and that was it. But knowing where his face was, was enough. With a swift motion, she moved to rake her nails across his face, hoping she'd be able to give him some rather curious scratches. If she was really lucky, she'd gauge his eyes.