( Oh, Sir Kol. She loves all that snarky bitchiness. It warms the sack of coal that is her heart. There's a thud - presumably the sound of her hand hitting her chest. )

Really? You think so? Wow. I mean, that's something, coming from you. I mean, now I don't wanna be forward, but I reckon those killer cheekbones of yours are perfectly complimented by all that cocky dickery you got goin' on. It's really somethin' special.