Had she been born to a better, more genteel life Trixie might had taken umbrage at his tone, might have run away with her tail between her legs and declared him beastly to all the other stupid little chits that would listen. Instead she raised her eyebrow with intrigue. She didn’t flinch - just let his angry reaction wash over her and she found it delicious.

It was oddly thrilling to think that he was so furious. Doubly so to see the almost imperceptible hint of regret flash in his eye when he caught sight of her. Oh, but she wanted him to feel...she wasn’t quite sure what...regretful wasn’t right, she wanted him to be whole and full of his temper and she wanted him to be in a temper when he was with her, though not necessarily unleash said temper on her.

“Calm down, I only came to make you feel better,” she replied honestly, having formed a fair idea in the course of her short life of precisely how she might achieve this end. He was so very, very handsome; and somehow the angrier he was the more he appealed. “Thought you might need cheering up after your team shafted you like that.”