Keeping her face impassive was getting much more difficult by the second. He was a very frustrating. If she let nothing escape her, neither did he. But his questions. His questions easily cast her facade aside. How could he know, how could he even begin to know what she felt towards Alvir. Her distaste was often tangible, but that could easily have been read as sibling antics. Sibling rivalry. It wasn't that Alvir was kind to her, either. He hardly was. He liked to point out things and in such public ways. Letters that could be intercepted, in front of ervants who would wag their tongue for the right amount of money.
So the question was not why didn't she care if he lived or died, the question was how much he knew, or how little he knew. Was he actually asking because he suspected or just because he wanted to.. No he wanted entertainment. That's what Fenrir enjoyed. The thrill of the fight, that's why he was here. Not to protect Alvir, that was for sure. He didn't care, what he wanted. What he wanted to see.. He wanted her to lose her mind at him. He wanted her to boil over inside and either lash out or show him something.
It was all a game to him, and she was not a plaything.
"He's the head of my house. The leader of the Anacleto. I don't want him to die. I have no idea what you're talking about." She said, her voice as cool and collected as it had been from the beginning. She did not drain her glass, she simply sipped and watched him.