She glances over at him, brows raising slightly. "Who are you, that you need to know who I am?"

Lavinia snorted softly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "The people who need to know me, know me. Go bother someone else, boy."

That was when she snapped. Her emotionless visage turned venomous, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, one that would make any lesser man shake in his boots. "Call me a bitch one more time, and I'll make sure you never speak again."