Every bland blink and gesture just serves to irritate her more. She settles her hands on her hips and glares up at him.

"Like pit you don't. This-" She gestures to the garden and the surrounding opulence of the palace, "All of this is wrong. I don't know how or why, but it is. The only thing that ain't is you. Who the fuck are you?"

The name is on the tip of her tongue, something like a hiss, something about snakes.