She felt her cheeks turning red at the implication and her temper flaring before she could stop herself. "Is that what it was then?" she asked, standing up and glaring at him. "Seriously?" She looked down at her robes and her flat chest and... yeah. She was SO stupid. Really really unfortunately stupid sometimes. Because for the past oh... six months she'd been beating herself up about the fact that obviously they were just friends maybe she was shite at kissing or some other such thing and now he was saying he thought she wasn't deserving of respect?
Her arms folded across her chest protectively. "You are a git. A prat. A right bastard. And you're right. You aren't a white hat." Her lower lip might have stuck out a little in a pout, but it was, naturally, completely unintentional.