"I can't believe you just said that," Miss Morningstar interrupted harshly like a teacher scolding a pupil rather than the queen he expected. An impatient tsk tickling the back of her throat as she leveled him an impatient look. "You think I sell my body to any young man with a charming smile and a penchant for radical politics? If I need another corrupt Journalist, a bribe would be much cheaper."