[...All right, this is satisfying. The look on his face is worth the price of admission.]

[Even if the part about thinking of him is uncomfortably plausible. Good thing she can manage a half-decent poker face when she has to.]

[She scoffs, the corner of her mouth curling into a scornful smile.]

Name thyself flame, but one burning with shame
Pass on the blame, I know many the same
Men who think themselves high, none of us sigh
For the man making much of a spirit not such
Thy lies coming thick, thy truths never show
My eyes are more quick, and this I know:
You ne'er stand on top, but will glad lay below.

["You're totally a sub" is an insult, right?]