[ The Madam's lids softly narrow as the other speaks, the dramatics simply displeasing her all the more, and she finds that she doesn't feel like sitting anymore. On her feet, she stands to converse with him properly...

But those words... Once comforting, all they could remind her of is blatant betrayal now - and something in her snaps. Her fingers wind into the bow tied around Grell's neck, and she pulls him in close. ]

Who KILLED ME. And you expect me to trust you again so easily?! [ Lip curled into a snarl, she nearly hisses in all her anger. ] You... You've some nerve saying that! I still remember your words - the last I ever heard in that life!