And Audrey had thought she was rude.

As Yizhaq wandered up the stairs and away from the girl, her gaze followed each of his steps, burning an infuriated hole into his back. Certainly these remarks had been demeaning, nothing she would normally stand for, but the urchin could not help but be somewhat impressed, even beneath her aching pride. It hadn't been simply and insult, but a condition. The man, though so far had been so mild mannered and polite, had spoken down to her in the most serious of tones, making his recommendation transform into a requirement. The man was clever, for sure.

Thus, this was about all that prevented young Audrey from spitting a come-back or five at the Lord ( though she was quick to utter several curses under her breath in her defeat), and what kept her from moving away from the spot she stood. Now that bath-time had become a qualification for her to follow through with this lunch-date agreement, the situation took a bit more thinking over. However rude or belligerent the girl may react to such demands, when involving an agreement, she was less prone to immediately back down. Pride was also a matter of keeping one's word.

Thus, after Al had disappeared into his estate, and the street child had taken a long bitter moment to consider her next move, she sighed, pulling disdainful eyes away from the main doors of the home to look up with similar contempt to the servant bidding her to follow.

With a quick, and unenthusiastic tone, she then replied,
"Right."