With her friends outside, Clover found her face turn semi-icy at Emerson and his words. She didn't sit, and she didn't move to take a drink. In fact, she surprised even herself as words fell out of her mouth like Lucky Charms from a cereal box, "I don't remember addressing myself to you as Clover. I would appreciate if you would not address me so familiarly and call me by my proper name: Angelica.
"As for who I am... 'dealing with', as you so tactlessly put it, I believe that that distinction is not within your rights to make. I respect that I stand within the bounds of your own house, Master Emerson, however I must make it clear that where Koln, Ruby, and even Lacey are concerned, I will not stand for anyone to make naive comments on their behalf. You're right: I do feel like the leader of our group--our insane little coterie, if you will. For that reason, I feel as though I have no choice but do defend my comrades who are not within the soundest of minds to defend themselves."
Clover politely bowed her head, "Please understand, Master Emerson, that I mean you no disrespect. But I hope that you can understand the delicate position I hold within this group. Similarly, I'm sure that you would defend Windsor from similar remarks, would you not?" She raised an eyebrow, asking without speaking whether or not Windsor was more than a mere human, which she was sure of.
