She's absolutely certain it would not be wise to even acknowledge a discussion of the weapons she might or might not have carried on her person. Especially given the necessity of fashion and matching accessories to please even a minute dot of an English court.

Even if the grandest sum of it was a mass of ashes.

But then he's back to baiting her, with stabbing words and punctuated sounds. Things that make no sense. Her fingers fettered together in front of her, as she wondered if he was truly cruel enough to try and make her plead with him not to kill himself after asking her to do such a thing.

This is twisted and she can't even figure out how or why.

"As though you even have a reason to." It's out of her mouth before she can stop herself, both more sharply annoyed and curiously confused than she likes to hear in it.