Perceptive though she had been described as being, she would have surely been saving face to say that a gleam of an understanding of that had been behind slapping Aramis twice over rather than her temper having gotten the better of her. Or that, truthfully, there was something about the man's face (however handsome and well-groomed he was) that just called for a slap from time to time.

She snorted, unladylike, at his assessment of d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan as a woman, just then, but one she thought applied across the board. "When is he ever not stubborn?" Truly, she thought she must have been a little mad to find such a thing endearing.