She quietly exhales. Is this really what things were gearing up towards, since the very beginning? ...Suppose there's no point dwelling over it now, when she quite literally has fangs being bared in her face. She stayed despite acknowledging the possibility, and now that it's all but plainly laid out in reality...

"A wolf that banters like a man, hm. Let's cut to the 'chase' then, shall we? If I'm to tell you I won't make things easy for you, as I still have things I need to do, would that convince you any to work off your newfound vigor and appetite somewhere else, Eric?"

She's stopped backing away now, expression perhaps too calm and accepting for someone remotely normal. Can't say she hasn't tried being diplomatic at the very least, no matter how the chips may fall from this point onward.