Asked a question that got answered with another question. [ Aranea simpers in a mocking tone, one thin, pale eyebrow arching upward.

A lazy smile then settles upon her lips as she lightheartedly flails the fingers of her offending hand, currently caught in his grip. ] Where are my manners? [ The answer is clear — they’re bloody nonexistent to begin with, and her own empty rhetoric remains transparent. Her next sentence doesn’t make matters much clearer, but it's a better start than the one she gave before. ] I just really want to know if your phone rang just now.