[She studies his arm, humming, frowning. Doesn't appear to dig into it, simply examines it from the outside.

After a moment, she says just as sing-song and cheerfully as she has been:]

I hope you are telling the truth, dearie! Lord Darc is a kind and sincere man. It may seem a simple matter to stab him a bit in the back, but know this: If you are here to hurt him, I will gladly torture and devour you alive until your entire existence is boiled down to begging me for mercy.