Her smile seems to only increase at his last sentence. Her brows rise up and she leans back in her seat with an "ah" as if she had just caught hold of some clue.

"A fighter of words rather than swords then? I have indeed made happy company then!"

That said the brunette laughs and seems altogether decidedly more relaxed than she had been in the beginning.

"I cannot claim to be motivated by sound wisdom. Indeed I should beg you to think just a touch less highly of me before my ego swells too much from such kind words. No indeed, I should say that my motivation comes from simple stubbornness."

Now she leans forward again, hands folded together in her lap and expression playful. "I simply cannot stand intimidation and thus must rally against it. Whether the intimidation is born by one individual or circumstances around me matters little I believe."