[ Mordred almost admired the strength and stubbornness, but all that went out the window when the boy insulted her. She grit her teeth against the bite of that word, and the strain on her wrist, but seemed equally as determined to stand her ground. ]

Who's the moron, when you are the one who lost this in the first place? [ It's not much of a comeback, but it will have to do in a pinch. Mordred slowly pulled her held arm toward her, stepping into the lad's personal space bubble instead of free from it. Being similar in height made it easy to stare into his eyes. ] You will give me my hand, so that I can find out the truth for myself.

[ He will just have to trust that she doesn't toss it out of spite at this point. ]