"You." Arlecchino scoffed, "I utterly despise you." she spat.

...And yet, you can only chuckle much to her dismay. She crossed her arms and turned away from you with a scowl.

It was no secret that she liked— I mean... DESPISED you, yes.

"...Don't look at me like that, I can easily gouge your eyes out and use it for my martini, do not test me." Arlecchino warned, nearly stumbling on her words, a crack on her graceful front.