She blinked a bit at the rapid change of expression and was just secretly glad that the annoyed look had faded when he'd realized who it was. That was good, right? At least she didn't annoy him. She shrugged, her smile wry. "The usual. Being considered the wicked witch, or at the least, the sister of the wickedest witch, simply because they're jealous of privlege and good breeding, blah, blah, etc." She gave him a small, mysterious, pleased smile. "Thus far, the most they've managed is really lame insults, as usual."