[Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, this Nero has yet to fully wage her own Grail War. As a result, no recognition crosses her features when Robin makes himself known. She just regards him as she does anyone else: with an inherent air of superiority. ...though perhaps not the stifling sort, courtesy of another tyrant stomping about.]
Are you threatening me with poison?
[Nero laughs at the very idea of it, shaking her head.]
How delightfully ironic. I assure you, however, I'm quite serious. It's tradition here, you know?
[Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Except she can't at this distance, get over here and feed her already.]
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Are you threatening me with poison?
[Nero laughs at the very idea of it, shaking her head.]
How delightfully ironic. I assure you, however, I'm quite serious. It's tradition here, you know?
[Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Except she can't at this distance, get over here and feed her already.]