[Instead of replying immediately, she resolves to consider instead, just as she's done the entire conversation. Whether she agrees or disagrees is not necessarily so important in her eyes. But listening to Oriphi is, and making sure that current company knows she's listening is just as important.

She touches upon something that Beatrix has given a lot of thought to. Recognition of a person she once was, regardless of the situation. Acknowledgement that the version of her at that time is still a part of her.]

I thought I told you I was not partial to sweet things.

[Although she can't help being a touch amused. She didn't even finish all of the chocolate Oriphi gave to her. In fact, she's sure the remainder of it is somewhere in her kitchen that sees barely any action from her. There's truth in most of that, however. Wine. Roses. Her combat prowess, even if that's been used more for harm than good.

She remains as she is, thinking she's only doing so because of the circumstance. And likely because there aren't other eyes on her. Every once in a while, she can let down her defences. It's a rare happenstance. And Oriphi won't go telling anyone. Probably.

Depends on how much drink someone puts into her, probably.]

Betwixt the two of us, Oriphi, you are more the flower. Let us not make the mistake of thinking I am anything like one. I hear you plainly, regardless.