[ Oh, he is forward, isn't he. Too forward.

Auburn eyebrows lift, and she returns, mildly: ]

Oh, I don't think so, my lord. Wolves are difficult beasts to best.

[ It's become easier to show her teeth, these days. She has only one person in her world left to fear, and whilst some part of her can recognize that he is only telling japes, she is accustomed to mockery. It will take some time. ]

I would never profess to seek praise for my hair, nor compliment your own. Perhaps we had best compare armor, instead.

[ Some sass to chase the teeth. ]