[It's a brief clash, and she did not try to hurt more than his pride. Which, admittedly, is larger then one may expect. And yet, he does not back off easily. What a man. Or...not.

Her eyebrows rise silently, but she does not take umbrage to his words. Thankfully. Instead, she seems to have settled on being Unimpressed with him. Now she knows who she's reminded of. A certain golden servant. He at least...no, sometimes he doesn't try to hide his flirtations either. ]

You are the first boy I've ever broken the finger of during my first meeting.

[However...]

Perhaps this is a sign that I will kill you and leave your body for the carrion to feast on? One day.