[she doesn't like that she feels tired after using her power - that's never happened before. she glares at him when he laughs - mostly because she thinks he's laughing at her - and when he scoots closer, she instinctively kicks at him if he's anywhere in range.]

Do not touch me. [she says, imperiously.

and then:] I would take no deal from you, anyway. A man who finds enjoyment in tasting his own blood is sure to honor a contract, but the terms would be untenable.

[the fact that if shenhe knew childe she'd make the comparison to rang]