[Her initial breath is a scoff. A compliment. Although he's not necessarily wrong. She supposes, in some way, on some level, it was a compliment. She also supposes, at least to herself, that she actually has quite a few complimentary things to say about him.

How absolutely annoying.

She feels just a touch more irritated at the curve in his mouth.]

Must you say it like that? [Beatrix finally concedes with a sigh.] Take it as you will, but please try not to embarrass me. I am capable of saying things that are not... absolutely unkind. I simply decline from making a habit of it.