When he first began speaking, Cordelia wanted to slap him. Her palm practically itched at the idea, and it took everything she had to stay in her seat. She clenched her hands into fists, shoving them into her lap and debating even sitting on them if temptation proved to be too much. Fortunately, before it reached that point, he'd stopped speaking.
And as much as she hated to admit it, he was right, too.
Still, being right didn't lessen her anger. If anything, the fact that he hadn't actually done anything to really betray her made her even more angry. It was a lot easier to hate someone who was actually taking active steps to bring you harm, after all.
"How the hell am I supposed to know what would or wouldn't benefit you?" she finally asked. "I didn't even know your real name until an hour ago!" Sitting back in her seat a bit, she huffed angrily and simply settled for glaring at him for a moment.