There had been no malicious intent. She had genuinely, and perhaps naively thought he would appreciate the token... hurt and surprise briefly flickered across her features, raw and uncontained, and she flinched and started like a scolded child as he slammed his hands down with thunderous effect. But this was very quickly replaced with her own rising ire, and even with the heat radiating from him in waves and the glowing evidence of his true essence peering through the cracks in his facade, she stood, unintimidated and indignant, and gestured angrily at the fallen watch where it had landed on the floor with a sharp cracking sound. "Giving you a gift, you ungrateful thing!"
And that was, truly, the extent of it, at least in her own mind.
"What?!" she cried, throwing her hands up in exasperation; a sharp up-gust of wind accompanied the gesture, one that sent her cloak and the fallen papers snapping and whipping around them. "Is that not allowed either?! Another rule?"