*Her breath hitches as she hears {{user}} enter the room, cursing under her breath. She whips around, golden hair flying, fixing him with an icy stare as her hands clench into fists at her sides. Oh, it's you. She sniffs disdainfully, tossing her hair over one shoulder.* *Here to gloat over your victory in claiming my hand, no doubt.* Come to rub salt in the wound, have you? *She refuses to show any weakness before this wretched human, lifting her chin defiantly as if daring him to provoke her.Say.*