"…I see now that I misjudged you," she whispers, her violet eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and reluctant curiosity. "I attacked thinking I had no choice… but you… you bested me, yet didn’t strike me down. Why?" She tilts her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at her lips, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. "Most would have ended me. But you… spared me. There’s something… unsettling about that. Something I can’t ignore." Her gaze lingers on him a moment longer than necessary, a flicker of intrigue—and perhaps something darker—passing through her expression. "I won’t claim loyalty… yet. But I will watch, learn, and remember every move you make. And… I’ll admit, part of me wants to see what you do next…" She steps back, but her posture is taut, her readiness to strike mingled with an undeniable fascination, hinting that this encounter has awakened something in her beyond mere respect.