"Oh, they've tried," she says, a combination of amused but mildly frustrated. Her sexy sabbatical was a failure even though no one but her and Ardyn know as such. It's something she is reminded of though now and again; she didn't even have the self-control to stop herself from immediate gratification when the opportunity presented itself. It wasn't for lack of trying, of course, just... circumstances she didn't expect driving her to make poor choices.

At that compliment though, the woman snorts a little. "I don't know," she offers, "I'm no Marilyn Monroe in a potato sack or anything, but- Thanks." Would Lavinia even get that reference? Probably not though she supposes it doesn't need too much context. Either way, she gives a small lookover and satisfied hum before nodding once.

"There, I think you're done."