The unphased look on her face doesn't do much for him, but her words. Oh, her words, and her emphasis about herself? Those get to him. Ice replaces the blood in his veins and his jaw tightens as he realizes she had no idea.

Little of that sudden kneejerk realization was on his face, though. Because here? There was no White Oak to be found, so having the information--and not even the complete information, at that--wouldn't do her much good. Instead, he rolls his head back and smirks, "Doesn't matter, I've got nothing to worry about. It's not here." He is every bit the cocky monster he's always been in that moment. Playing with the humans like they're toys until he's bored of them.