"Wait...you can read?" came her immediate reply. It seemed to be the only thing she initially took from the entire exchange. Then a moment later:

"Yes, yes, I'm very aware of what you could do if you did want me dead outside of the League. But honestly, do you really think barraging your intended companion with insults will endear you to them? It has not, Draven." With that said, she took her seat on the pillar once again, sighing heavily as she sat and laying her baton over her lap.

"Don't misunderstand--I have pride and undying loyalty to my fair Demacia and wouldn't hear you tarnish her name so, especially as a Noxian. I fight in the League on behalf of Demacia. It's only that subterfuge and skulking are not what I prefer to do, though I'm exceptionally skilled at it."