She didn't care about what he was saying. She wasn't the one that loved him, so what if it had been a trick it was a trick played on someone else, someone she pitied. "I didn't trust you," she pointed out, "she did. You really ought to know the different between ourselves, Master. You've been through enough to know the differences."
"I just prefer not to dirty my hands," she retorted. "You wouldn't understand though, you don't get how sometimes having a brain can be better than brawn."
She rolled her eyes at him as she pressed down the button of her paralysing spray. He really needed to find a new weapon, as if she hadn't seen that coming a mile away.