"Oh wow, lucky me, a genuine compliment from someone I wouldn't piss on if they caught fire."

She raises the sword again, this time... gentle. Oddly so, the angle of her arm attempting to trace the flat of the blade across an arm or shoulder. It was a curiosity- could she only not harm him? Or just not touch him at all?

"Why do I care what you say, ah? Compliment, insult, it's all wanking to me. You make noise and nothing else. The devil shits and you eat it."