[The thing is, Barty is observant. Barty knows people. He noticed their habits, their quirks, their weaknesses, stores it all up for the right moment to use it against them. Looks down on them for letting their Lord manipulate him. Yet he is blind for it himself. Perhaps an extension of how aware he is of his own intelligence, perhaps it's because of how very willingly he turns a blind eye to it, clinging to the beliefs that feed his devotion.]

I have no doubt you'd let me know. I'll watch my tongue.

[When he's not doing that weird tongue thing with it, at any rate.]

I think he's a useless dolt, so we are about even.

[It's her word choice that irks her more than anything else about this. Little boy. Might as well be junior. There's heat over that, alright, because he does have a temper and a dangerous one at that. But he also knows how to keep it in check, how to only let it explode when he has use for it. He'd be of no use to his Lord without self-control.]

What do you think?

[And he steps closer to meet her eyes. Not wary of her as most others might be.]