Surprise showed on Gia's face following Daphina's declaration that she wasn't flattering her, quickly followed by amusement at the remark about ego and her family. "Perhaps your house's words should have ego somewhere in them," she teased. "I have seen your elder brother strutting about the castle, surely his alone surpasses that of many others." Men always did seem to have the larger egos between them and women, or so Gia had noticed, though she suspected that Daphina may have one of her own. Gia herself certainly did, and that was something Ilario liked to say was one of the many reasons why he struggled to find her a husband.
She had a simpler reason: it was because she didn't want one. She Gia was just about to point out that the questioning tone meant she wasn't sure, and that she herself couldn't tell Daphina what she liked, when the blonde began to add more things as her face took on that thoughtful expression. If Gia stared a little harder in that moment then it was only because she was trying to lock away that exact expression for later recreation. She had a drawing pad specially saved for the faces she saw and wished to draw. Her fingers flew to copy down what Daphina had said, in little sketches rather than words, and her pencil paused when she realized that the last sketch was an outline of her own face. She'd drawn it enough times for practice to know every little nuance of her features, but she stumbled a little at the realization of what she was drawing. Her eyes were a little wider than normal as she looked over at Daphina, back to her page, and then back again. "Is it because I am beautiful-" People said it too often for Gia not to repeated it first." "Because I am ... outside-of-your-experience new, or because I am queer?" Odd, strange, queer, different, all words Gia had heard applied after the beautiful as reasons why she was outside of the acceptable box.