[That SURE IS A SENTENCE HE JUST SAID. There's an awkward silence that stretches between them while she waits for him to...what? Realize what came out of his mouth? Remember whom he is talking to? Apologize?

Can she let it roll off her back? No, not really. Her brows knit.

(She supposes she cannot blame someone adversely affected by authority to detest it, but it still hurts).]

Yes. I suppose I do have my work cut out for me.

[How else is she supposed to take that???]

Perhaps not so much, given the "divine right to lord over everything". and all.