[ Look, she... for all her faults, Clair can at least give credit where credit is due, no matter how begrudgingly she has to do it. (She also has the ability to swallow her pride and apologize when she's wrong, but that's probably for a different day.)

She makes an outraged sound—not really at the idea of offering her neck to someone, but more at the idea of offering her neck to him specifically. But, really... at this point, what else does she expect from him? ]

What an impertinent boy! [ she says, as if said boy isn't standing right there. No, wait, yeah... she meant to say that to his face. ] I shall do no such thing, next time or evermore—I can assure you of that!

[ She hmphs, then finally seems to notice the curious smile on his face—which causes her eyes to narrow suspiciously. Is that... a genuine smile? Of some sort? It can't be... but. Her shoulders relax, though she still looks a little wary. ]

The boy named Shu shall contain this... technique to the... appropriate areas of my person. [ You know, next time... if there is a next time. ]