Aw, how could I ever think less of you?

[It's faux-affectionate, just enough poison in her voice to imply that her opinion was already pretty firmly in the gutter. She moves away from the wall with a smirk, looking almost lazy, though she's already gauging distance and making sure she can run if he tries to come towards her because she absolutely can't get dragged home again. Still, she sets one hand on her hip, tail swaying slowly, keeping up the casual, unconcerned act.]

So, apology first, booking later? The new, improved, polite Swords policy, huh?