She turns to watch him as he makes his circuit of the doors. His apparent unconcern for the weapon in her hand is alarming and she definitely doesn't want this man going behind her back.

--Okay, forget alarm. The weight of fear that's formed in her gut grows colder and heavier with every word Koumyou says, until she's rooted to the floor and her skin's broken out in a clammy sweat.

"Who-- who do you think you are?" she asks, shaken enough that it takes her a moment to reclaim the facade of the insulted queen. "How dare you judge what you obviously don't understand? Victim? Pah!"

She draws herself up, finding her righteous anger again. "Someone like him does need a firm hand and he knows it! He could have ended our relationship at any time, but he stayed."

She brings the baton up again, pointing it at the center of Koumyou's chest. "He stayed, because he needs me."