[She does so blinking in surprise, brows arching and lips pursing, but Kiritsubo does come to a stop when he holds his hand up. Well. Three steps forward later she comes to a stop. (Accident of body slower than mind? Careless lack of notice that he had asked? Intentional trespass just to show she could and would? He could decide.)

Either way, she’s still smiling, even as she shifts her weight to rest the marble head jauntily on her hip.]

Goodness… You’re not scared of me now, are you, boy?

[She doesn’t think that’s it at all. This wasn’t a man who scared easy.]

If you don’t want it I suppose I can just leave it here… I only need one trophy, I suppose…

[And she’s really not all that interested in projecting a strong, fearsome look.]