(It's so low that Lucretia is startled by it, a horrified anger leaping in her immediately. She can feel her heart beat in her ears. To think he would use that against her, of all things–)
How dare you.
(Her face feels hot; she's so ashamed of herself. It's more than clear that he's just trying to get a rise out of her, and unfortunately, it works. She dispells the bubble with a practiced wave of her fingers, and casts sunbeam directly at him, an orb of sunlight bursting into life in the palm of her hand.)
no subject
How dare you.
(Her face feels hot; she's so ashamed of herself. It's more than clear that he's just trying to get a rise out of her, and unfortunately, it works. She dispells the bubble with a practiced wave of her fingers, and casts sunbeam directly at him, an orb of sunlight bursting into life in the palm of her hand.)