Honestly, she isn't even offended at being somewhat ignored. She much prefers Gilgamesh's focus being on Dorian, on his Master, and she turns her head away as soon as she recognises the voice and the appearance, the way that something inside of her seems to twist and shrivel at his company. Any hope she thinks she had of dwelling on happiness seems to have been ripped out from under her feet for a moment - and she breathes out, swallowing her ire.

Should she even say anything? It's obvious that her company is nudged to the side in the wake of a Servant and while she's not exactly put off by it (she knows she can't really touch upon their connection nor their relationship) it does make an irritated frown cross over her lips.

"No, deaths won't help, thank you. I said positive emotions, not horrific ones, Dorian." She swallows, crossing her arms over her chest, refusing to let her gaze flick to the gold man at his side, ignoring the way that something softens inside of her at the tender display. She was still angry and if there was one thing to be said about her it was that, when she wanted to, she could hold a grudge for a long time.

"Happiness, love, contentment, not pain and sadness."