She looked at him thoughtfully. "Rosalie," she said after a moment with a small shake of her head, because she should have come to that conclusion a full ten minutes earlier. She could only blame his presence for her distraction, and she looked at him straightly. "We had a rather aggressive argument in the lobby the other day. I find him frightening," she said, though there was no fear in her voice, and a stubborn chin tilt accompanied her words. "I asked him about Rosalie, and he admitted to a penchant for causing women to fall in love with him, only to then dump them without cause." She paused, considered. "He made me feel cornered, and I don't usually feel that way."
It was all said in a way that made it clear she didn't want pity or petting. It was just honesty and nothing more than that. "He thinks I'm quite terrible."