Sometimes the workings of her own mind confused her. She was so angry with him, she wanted to--she wanted to deck him! Or something equally painful! Ooh. But when he said things like that.. she didn't know what to feel. Damn him. Damn him to sea of lava. Or something equally painful suited her just fine.
"What difference does it make if I forgive them or not? Lesser creatures will always be lesser creatures, non, Richard?" her smile was shaky at best, and had lost most of its bite. Only her tone had an edge now, because even her eyes had soften. She averted her gaze.
"Right," she commented airily. She couldn't help the tiny smirk at his actions and gave him an amused look. "You could at least hold it and pretend you're refined."