Well, well. Her smile stretches, thin and tight, and she looks at Caitlyn as one might at an infuriated child who seems prone to tantrums: at once unimpressed and determined not to concede control of the situation.

Her hand withdraws, all the passion of before carefully dissipating. If this woman, who came to a courtship audience empty-handed, still can't even be bothered to make Miang-Si this one allowance... well then. She hardly needs to answer with kindness.

"...no," she counters, with sickening sweetness and forced pleasantness. "No, I don't think so."