[The face she pulls somewhere in the split second between her hand being kissed and released is very much like the one a person might make if they were suddenly the unexpected victim of a chamber pot being emptied from a third floor window. So: stilted and not-yet-revolted, but give her a second. She'll get around to it.]
Mademoiselle-- [(It's not the worst nickname, which makes it more irritating).
Wysteria scoffs. She opens her mouth to say-- well, nothing occurs, and in a handful of strides he is gone from the room. Settling for puffing out her cheeks, she turns back to the schematics and sets her hands frankly at her hips. After a long moment of consideration, an official complaint is lodged with the empty room:]
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Mademoiselle-- [(It's not the worst nickname, which makes it more irritating).
Wysteria scoffs. She opens her mouth to say-- well, nothing occurs, and in a handful of strides he is gone from the room. Settling for puffing out her cheeks, she turns back to the schematics and sets her hands frankly at her hips. After a long moment of consideration, an official complaint is lodged with the empty room:]
Good gods, what an absolute ass he is.