Her reaction was a little exaggerated in indignance, Kris thought, folding his arms defensively. He’d only used the same tone he used for all his sisters – snide and patronising, the sort of disparaging tone he could get away with for all ‘lesser’ family members and inferiors and women he wasn’t generally trying to flatter (although sometimes he did use the same tone for flattery, too).
“Are you sure about that?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows defiantly. She couldn’t be that much older than him, and Tiberius wasn’t here, so he wasn’t worried about provoking her. (She seemed friendly-ish with Cassius, which must mean she was generally useless at best and depressingly boring at worst.) “Because you were the one following me, so maybe I should be flattered,” he pointed out, entirely sardonic.
He had no idea what her usual demeanour was like, either, really... but his brow creased in sudden confusion. Something was weirdly familiar about her, though, wasn’t it? What was it? Her hair? He’d seen her often enough before, though, so that couldn’t be it. Her voice? That annoying cadence of her tone? Where had he heard that before?
“Are you sure about that?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows defiantly. She couldn’t be that much older than him, and Tiberius wasn’t here, so he wasn’t worried about provoking her. (She seemed friendly-ish with Cassius, which must mean she was generally useless at best and depressingly boring at worst.) “Because you were the one following me, so maybe I should be flattered,” he pointed out, entirely sardonic.
He had no idea what her usual demeanour was like, either, really... but his brow creased in sudden confusion. Something was weirdly familiar about her, though, wasn’t it? What was it? Her hair? He’d seen her often enough before, though, so that couldn’t be it. Her voice? That annoying cadence of her tone? Where had he heard that before?
