She has never been on to give up so easily. (How I like to imagine the dialogue options after Crestwood play out.)

"Is that all you've got, Chantry boy?" His eyes flick from the floor to her face with the challenge. She bares her teeth and smiles, tilts her head back and exposes her neck to him as she settles herself to lounge more comfortably against the table. As if she is simply amused by his previous outburst, laughing at him while he runs away with his tail between his legs.