It took all her control not to snap at Finnegan as he used, repeatedly, the one nickname she could never stand.  Christopher alone used it, and more often he used the childish form of "Lyssa".  Without even thinking, she pulled her hand away.  Perhaps Finnegan had truly realized his thoughtlessness, but would that even last beyond the duration of the perfume's effects?

He called their first dance a conquest, and that was the final straw.  The expression in her grey eyes turned cool, her lips thinned to a flat line.  "You should know better than to call me that," she said once he'd finished with more "Alyssa"s, her voice distant.  She didn't say a word of forgiveness.  "Walter...I need to leave.  You have my apologies."  She grabbed the folded metal form of her wings from where they lay near her chair and held them near her back long enough for her control of them to take over and lock them into their sockets.

Finnegan rose to stop her, but in his current state it was easy enough to dodge around him and make it to her jacket, and then the door and beyond to freedom.  Outside Alyssana spread her wings and leaped skyward, and she did not look back.  The hated nickname still rang in her ears, and it took some time of the cool wind rushing past before the sound faded from mind.  She knew she'd responded too harshly, but she'd also done her best to stay calm.  She'd apologize once Finnegan was sober.