[Just because she only has one eye doesn't mean that she can't see where the demon's gaze lingers. She hates how easy it is, for him to vex her. Hates knowing that if this were her world, if she just had her goddamned hooves on the ground... she could stomach it. She could keep her cool, she could maintain the elegant, icy facade that she was known for, that she was praised for by her prospective buyers... but she has not been that woman for months.

Maybe that woman was dead.

Instead of answering directly either of the questions he poses... Hayame leans down enough to meet him at eye level, uncomfortably close for someone she isn't attacking.]

Having to watch you prancing around this room playing helpful little two-leg for these ignorant, smiling humans makes me sick.

[Close enough for her snarl not to need to carry far, for the hatred and resentment (and jealousy) in her remaining eye to be unmistakable.]