[ She shakes her head— and she certainly doesn't mean it to, but the breath of her laugh gusts over his throat, her lips curving into an amused smile. ]

I have no intention of following you, Ragnvindr. I have my own objectives to deal with, remember?

[ How is she supposed to explain what she means without it sounding— ]

I mean only that the feud between us is now something longer term.

[ Never mind that poor Diluc probably didn't realize they had a feud between them in the first place... But when casual disinterest turns so quickly into attraction, how can this be anything but?

(Never mind that disinterest has turned into its exact opposite, her curiosity once again piqued by the knowledge that he's doing something so clandestine...) ]

As such, I am affording you the courtesy of letting you know that in the future— [ She pauses, shaking her head. ] Know only that I will be keeping a closer eye on you than before.

[ Of course, the words might sound more threatening if she wasn't literally trembling of cold in his arms. (And yet, despite all that, she would argue if asked that she is fine.) ]