63 63. Dressed like a Tragonian

Neriah had no intention to fight him that morning, nor was she in the mood to do so. She had simply strolled into the bathroom, washed her face and cleansed her teeth, now she was standing across from him with the table of food between them.

"Have you washed your teeth well?" He suddenly asked and she stared at him incredulously, twirling a goblet in his hand. What kind of vulgar man asks a lady such questions? She had no response for him. She had no intention of eating with him and she also had no intention of starving herself any longer.

"Did you use your tooth polisher and the tooth cream?" What was wrong with the man!! What sort of question was he asking her? She chose to ignore him, if she was going to have to deal with him she could as well start to learn how not to allow him get on her nerves. Besides, she was going to escape from him sooner or later. He was not worth her stress.