Millicent wrinkled her nose. "No, he didn't," she said. The man had been pretty intent on defiance, which was the whole reason he'd worked at breaking his cuffs in the first place, she thought; he couldn't have reasonably expected to get out of there alive. Maybe he'd just wanted to die. "Looked real pretty though, when he was broken. Really pale skin and dark blood."
She liked that Bayleigh found these details as fascinating as she did. Millicent rarely had stories that people were dying to hear, but Azkaban stories always seemed to find a captivated audience with Bayleigh.
The second comment stumped her, though. Was she saying Millicent should give her gifts more often? Why she would do that, Millicent wasn't sure. For her birthday, okay, and Christmas -- that was coming up soon, maybe she should have saved the key until then -- but Millicent didn't usually do spontaneous gifts. It wasn't like she'd gone out and bought the key with Bayleigh in mind.
She didn't even know how to respond to that, so she didn't. That was how Millicent generally functioned.