Hearing the wooden frame of the door slam wide open, Arnona's cat ears perked up as she turned to face who it was, "Good Lord, Ryleen! You don't have to be that loud! Didn't even think a wimp like yourself had that much stre-" Her eyes soon widened however as she saw that it was not the frail, timid maiden but, instead, her tall, masculine wife. To make matters even worse; she knew who it was. "F-Florence fucking Martel?...Hehe, l-long time no see...don't suppose y-you're still mad at me for stealing that w-wedding ring of yours now, are you?" For the first time in years, she felt a great deal of fear, ever single hair on her body raised up as her eyes widened and ears turned to the back of her head. Though she feared no one, even she knew that this vampiress was not one to mess with, and she had just insulted her wife.