For the briefest moment, there's a flash of amber orange in her eyes -- but no, that had to be a trick of the light.

Keziah smiles without showing her teeth. She can smell him, certainly, and his attitude reminds her far too much of a wannabe urban alpha that her House had to put down. (That's what one does with a rabid dog, and she won't hesitate to do it again if she must.)

"It wasn't meant to impress anyone," Keziah replies. The 'let alone you' is unspoken.