After his comment, Emmett was wise to turn away from the woman, as injuring her pride was easily a death wish coming from a human. At the same time, she found herself infuriated at him turning his back on her. It was disrespectful to do so, and she found herself urged to scold him for doing so, but instead, she'd make sure he'd come back another time.
"I take passion seriously, Lord Emmett," Bianca said catching his arm and moving in front of him. "For myself and those involved, and I don't settle for less. When I dine, it's on the finest foods; when I travel, it's by the most glamorous horse..." Bianca ran her hand over his chest, her deep eyes locking with his. "And when I fuck, it's remembered in my lovers' dying breaths." She brushed against his arm, taking a few steps around him. "I live, sir. If that exhausts you, I can only imagine how tiring your mundane existence is with an overly jealous wife."
At that, the woman turned and continued on her way with a grin on her face. Whether he would come after her or return to the party wasn't her concern anymore. By standing up to her, though she wasn't exactly thrilled at it, Emmett had earned a sliver of respect from Bianca. It was rare that someone would return her criticism, so it was actually kind of refreshing for her.