As they have a great many times before, her eyes roll skyward. He would have people believe he has a wealth of sexual experience, and yet she does not see how anyone is so moved by the excessive honey that drips from his tongue.

Perhaps it would make sense if his tongue is more talented in other matters, as terrible as that thought is. She will certainly never think it again as long as she lives.

"I marvel that you yet live, truly."

Despite her dry tone, it is quite true. So unreservedly true that the only way he can take it as any kind of flattery is by first taking it as an insult.