[She huffs something that might actually be a laugh, albeit an incredibly bitter and scornful one. Often?]

I have more pride than to lay with filth without cause. [...is a sentence that would sound a lot more dignified and disdainful if it weren't for the little hitch of breath in the middle.] Never before. Never again.

[Her face comes close to his again, hovering an inch or so away, her hair draping around him.]

Consider yourself an exception. 'Tis sure to be more an honour than aught else in your life.