She put up with quite a bit form her husband, ranging from the mundane household spats to the kind that escalated to physical violence. Her options of retaliation were limited, so when an opportunity presented itself to disobey or generally irritate him with potentially little consequence, she took it. Like leaving things nearby when he demanded she hand them to him. He could walk in to the damn bathroom and look at it himself.

"Why on earth would I lie about it being negative?" She asked, ignoring his outstretched hand, and moving to sit at her vanity. Running her brush through her hair, she watched his reflection in the mirror. "If I were going to lie, I would tell you it was positive to make you happy, my love." Her last two words were spoken with the appropriate amount of venom she felt for him.