[Oh look, its the Orphaner. This is one troll she isn't shy about speaking up to, mostly because she knows that he won't dare backtalk her if he knows what's good for him.

Her tyrian eyes lock with his, narrowing the longer he gives her that disdainful look. When she speaks, it sounds the Condesce's voice has been filled with helium.]

If you ever lay your eyes upon me like that again, I'll be surrre -- [Oh god, she's purring -- that throws her offguard, but she's back on track in the blink of an eye.] -- to add a new set of scars on that insufferable expression.