[One eyebrow goes up at that comment, because honestly, men are so weak.]

I barely even touched you.

[But he's halfway up, at least, and while the urge to continue messing with him is strong, she settles for leaning on her staff instead of prodding him with it. Should she leave him alone? Well, probably. This place is boring, though, and so she isn't going anywhere fast.]

...If you're going to wear that atrocious thing, then at least wear it properly. Do you not know how buttons work?

[Y'all are all heathens, tbh. She wouldn't be surprised.]