"You did not just call my cutlass and pistol toys, Mister Winchester." Elizabeth was beyond angry.
"That metal beast ate you, and I was trying to save you. I neither know what Chevy is, or Impala. But I can tell you that it makes horrid nosies and smells like bad firewood." Elizabeth dusted her jacket off and fixed her hat with a glare.
"And I can fell however I want to feel whenever I want to feel it because I'm King. I've fought skeletal pirates. I sailed the open seas of the Caribbean. I traveled into the locker and back and became a pirate lord. I have every right to be exactly as I am. Because. You. Shot. Me. You talk down to me, likely because I'm a woman. That's fine, I'm used to it. But if you think I'm just going to turn a leaf and smile because you call me lovely, or give me back my toys. You've got another thing coming." She narrowed her eyes.