[ he seems to have recovered his composure somehow, but it's impossible to forget the way he'd recoiled from her like prey. it's never occurred to her to play the predator. something nags at the back of her mind -- he's letting you do this -- but it's drowned out by the rising livid tide in her chest.

she talks another forward step even though he hasn't shifted back yet, directly into his personal space. she's hurt, she's angry, and she wants to see what happens. her answer comes through clenched teeth. ]

As a Barrayaran. You were the only one that warranted that oath. [ her lip curls back in disgust. real, honest loathing. her breath catches in her throat. ] I'm sure it gives you great joy to play pretend with the ghem.