Annara took in every word the knight said but it had little effect on her. What he said about her people were lies and what he called her... It didn't make her struggle any harder against Juna's grip but it didn't weaken her efforts either. Neither did Juna's words, for that matter. 
All the bigger was the surprise when the elf let her go.

It was so unexpected that she didn't know what to do for a second, long enough to watch Juna kick the knight herself and draw a knife, and before she could decide whether that was a good thing or not, Lothren spoke and put a damper on her anger or at least her freedom to express it. The knife coming into this had reminded her of her part in the attack and stilled her raging emotions like a bucket of cold water; she managed to give Juna a grateful look, recognizing that the other woman had just defended her honor, but reached over and laid a hand on the she-elf's all the same in what must have been the friendliest gesture they ever shared - Angering their leader wasn't worth it, not over something of such insignificance.

As Lothren gave his orders and disappeared up the stairs, Annara closed the small distance between the Aretan man and herself and looked into eyes that were filled with pain and what must have been disgust the likes of which she'd never seen.
[color=orangered]"You know everything you said was untrue and if you don't, you're an even bigger fool than your masters. I've seen the innocents you've killed and I hope they haunt you every night."[/color]

The Eretol girl kneeled down a little so she was level with him, despite the stairs - given their height difference, it didn't take much.

[color=orangered]"But I thank you for the compliment. Every whore possesses more honor and morality than all the Aretan knights together."[/color] Annara gave him a smoldering look that was utterly seductive, yet not free of the passionate hatred she had expressed earlier. He had hit closer to home with his words than he could possibly know. [color=orangered]"And I'd rather get on my knees in front of every beggar in Marion Bay than to spread my legs for the likes of [i]you[/i]."[/color]

She turned away and went up two, three steps, swaying her hips so markedly that her beauty couldn't have escaped his attention if he tried. The look Annara gave him over the shoulder, however, held none of the promiscuous promise: It was cold, adding weight to her finger's idle play with the hilt of one of her daggers.
[color=orangered]"Now: [b]Move[/b]."[/color]