[No. She would not let Katarina know that she got under her skin. That would be admitting defeat--and to a Du Couteau, at that. Her fingers twitch at her side, and the blond smiles sweetly, coldly.]

Never. You assume your words matter to me, or to anyone else. At the end of the day, light always shines through the dark. I don't care about names. You would do well to learn how to respect others despite them, instead of wallowing in your own dwindling self-importance, Katarina.