Have her just staring at him for a moment. Then her face softened and something like envy appeared there. Accompanied by sparkles.

Because of course. He was a Faerie. And Faeries were good and kind and wonderful, of course he'd have no concept of evil and hatred and scum like Shotaro.

"I wish I were a Faerie," she said dreamily, forgetting, as usual, that no one else could follow the weird inner roadmap of her thoughts.