[Talk about hitting a nerve. She draws her hand away quickly, the sword for the moment too much of a representation of her greatest enemy.]
It wasn't out of fondness. [PM spat it out like rotten meat. There's a brief pause as she tries to continue in a more dignified tone, which is inherently difficult to accomplish with a skirt hiked up to your thighs and your feet dangling in a fish pond.]
It came with a hit list: one package for the Heir, in exchange for two crowns.