Her eyes flashed very briefly like the thorns of his words. But her smile remained, and the dance continued.
"Those could almost be construed as barbed words, my lord," She went on with a sultry little pout. She was hardly angry, more amused and tickled by such a compliment. But my, was he a keen observer. She supposed She shouldn't be surprised her reputation was so well known.
"I suppose I'll take the flowering part as a compliment?" She inclined her head, amused. "I suppose you clearly know so much about me that you might have to educate me on the matters at hand. To compare a woman to a rose and" she thought over her next words carefully as she regarded him. "Men as simple insects... interesting how the rose and bee can both sting. "
She gave him the prettiest of smiles, fake as it was, but the glitter of amusement was truthfully there. She rather liked tart little conversations.
"You see me in a garden,"she wagered. Very clever indeed. She smirked, her eyes dancing at this thought. Hellvion men indeed. Her eyes graced the room. Many of the bees were loooking. But for now? Yes, this 'Hellvion' man would do.
She studied him, still all smiles.
"You willingly dance with a rose, are you not afraid of her thorns?"