Eyes sharp and starting to become dry, she glared at him hard. Hecate didn't mind being called a whore or a bitch or whatever degrading remark a man could think of. But easy hurt a little. If anything, she thought she was difficult. Being picky and naturally calculating, it was hard to overlook a partners faults. It still strung when he spat though. He was a quick thinker, pulling together a harmful thread to throw at her. His muzzle floated threateningly close to hers, each syllable adorned with dripping malice. But her brows only furrowed deeper and her eyes peered even deeper. He brushed by her, and she knew who he was going for now.