[she doubts that it'll do much more then rot his teeth. It's used to make caramel after all. Sticky and gooey, basically.]

They are. But you nearly went into a pot, and you know it too. [she gave him a stern look -- and then a exasperated sigh at his protest.] And it doesn't bother me one way or another, why does it bother you if I call you 'my lord'? I call everyone 'my lord'. Save Cross, but that's because he is a General. It's polite, that's what it is, and you're being hypocritical. [she draws a slow breath in.] I thought about what you said, for I've had much time to think, and there needs to be an understanding between us Lavi. We both have duties to do, and neither of them pleasant. I am sorry I grew upset with you when I was... drunk. Sorrier still that you left before I could explain why I was so upset. But I didn't understand why you were so upset with me, either.