Fearful or not, Sól was angry with his actions. He dared touch her, unlike his brother. And then he had taken some of her hair by force. That was mildly painful. It would have been worse if he'd taken more. "Reverence? That's laughable. Your brother has no respect or devotion to me. It's the hunt he's devoted to."
The look on her face was complete and utter loathing for him. the fact that he could freely come to her apartment and come in without fearing what he might do... she would need help until the time was right. "You have what you came for. Now get out," she said in a dangerously low voice.