Aimée's mind raced with all the possibilities and her face somewhat showed what was going on inside her: a wicked grin, almost a snarl (which was frighteningly attractive nevertheless) accompanied the thought about just who she is going to bring down.
Her first impulse was the Prince, but she was sane enough not to try this.. yet. Next on her list would be that little wannabe-French guy: Argent. What he has done to her - what she has let him do to her - ultimately lead to the humiliating scene with the Prince and really, she wouldn't go and let herself bleed for that. "I have no further questions. Thank you." Aimée was anxious to try out her gift, to see someone crash und her heel. A warm feeling spread through her body as she unconsciously pumped blood through it; the thought of what she was going to do to Argent was giving her more pleasure than any of the pathetic mortals she had in the last few weeks could.