[ At this point, between fae and other people who have said they are well over the age of humans, this doesn't come as a surprise. Apparently, Myrddin is the only exception to century old grudges, she thinks. She looks back at Nero once again, offering a faint raise of her eyebrow. ]

Truth be told, I would have expected a different reaction. Even if it has been centuries since my ancestor led a resistance against you Romans, those wounds are still fresh.

[ Then if it won't be anything beyond a casual conversation then there's no need to dispel anger. Rather, pride. Pride that had been drilled in her since her youth. Someone must carry out Caradog ap Bran's legacy and it may as well be her. ]

I can act with beauty and grace. [ She looks elsewhere, with a wine glass to her lips. If one to squint hard enough, it could be construed as flirting. ] But I need a reason to do so.