There's a low growl building in Mittens' throat, and she can't get it to stop. Azora probably thinks its a purr, the dumb brat. Mittens glares at her with barely restrained loathing as her hair gets mussed up almost as badly as her fur. At least, she's trying her best to get that across. It's really hard to get a good glare on when your face keeps getting scrunched up and your head flopped from side to side on somebody's lap, just in case you've never been in that position. So that low, warbly rrrrRrrrrrRRRrrrrr is what she has to rely on. 

Eupheria's curses are pretty hit or miss, anybody would agree. Mostly miss. They're all cruel and pointless attempts at humiliation with only barely more effort than the old "party favor filled with snakerchiefs" gag. Was Rita's curse meant to make Mittens love her any less? Pointless. Petty. Ridiculous. But ohhhhh, scritches and warm sunny days, did she ever [i]nail[/i] Azora. Selfish, greedy, short-sighted, petty, and utterly devoted to the only person anywhere in Hyperborea who didn't deserve that kind of loyalty. Mittens tried her best to feel bad for Azora, being cursed the same as the rest of them. She even tried laying out the groundwork to win her over and give her the chance to start atoning and fit in like a princess ought to. For Kazelia's sake. She tried harder than almost anybody would have asked of her.

RRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr. Every stab of pity is met with a fresh surge of vindication. This was too nice a punishment for what she did to Rita. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Her lips curl up and she shows her sharp teeth. Learn how to pet a cat! RRRRR! Gonna bite you! Gonna hiss so much! Gonna bite while hissing and you're gonna deserve the itchy mark on your hand!

...A Princess is always beautiful, Mittens. 

She forces the growl to stop. Covers her teeth again like the goodest of girls. And then she looks up at her tormentor with the sweetest, my soulful eyes she's ever used in her life. Even Momma's never seen her lay it on this thick.

"Well obviously I'd [i]only[/i] want to sit in the best lap in all of Hyperborea," she sings with vapid sweetness, "But that'll never happen if we can't both get those apples before someone else does!"

Oh no! Queen Halcyon please hire a royal acting coach, nobody would [i]ever[/i] be stupid enough to buy this. 

"Come on, weren't we the best team in history? We won even with dumb old Adila weighing us down! And aren't I your [i]faaaaaaavorite[/i] kitty? Don't you want to be allowed to keep me? Come on, all you have to do is let me up and it'll be as easy as taking crown jewels from Jedad. Because we're partners, you and me. Princess and her knight. Doesn't that... doesn't that make us... friends?"

Mittens flashes as dazzling and charming a smile as she's capable of, while her lights twinkle for that little extra something. Bit by bit, chip by chip, if it takes her another hundred years in this labyrinth, even if it's only possible because of these curses... she's gonna find her way inside that heart. And [i]that[/i] is how she'll get her revenge.