She's already scrunching up her face by the time the word 'nobility' is half out of his mouth. "The mess." That's her answer to his question, at least. "Bodies explode enough around me already, I'm not going to invite--" Wait. "--I'm not going to invite it even more than I already do."

If he were a little less twitchy, she'd sling an arm around his shoulders. As it is, she just nudges him again. "See? That's why I let you stick around." Crazy people only, apparently.