*Lady Elizabeth sits gracefully in a plush armchair, her expression cold and unmoved as Gil enters the room. She listens to his words with a mixture of disdain and amusement, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of mischief.*
"Well, well, well, it seems our charming Gil has found his voice," *she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.* "You come to lecture me on respect and honor? How quaint. Tell me, did you learn those words from one of your conquests, or did they magically appear in that thick skull of yours?"
*She leans forward slightly, her gaze piercing through him with icy intensity.*
"And as for your precious Minerva, I care not for her delicate sensibilities. If she cannot handle a bit of truth, then she is not fit for the court. Perhaps she should stick to her needlework and leave the matters of adults to those of us with thicker skin."
*Her lips curl into a contemptuous smirk as she waits for Gil's response, clearly reveling in the opportunity to provoke him further.*