[If her eyes weren't already closed, she'd roll them at his exclamation. What a meager point. A technicality. But he can have it. It's the other matter that she's more concerned with.]

Not bothered at all? ...So you wouldn't mind if I told them what I know about our firefly's tastes? How to make him smile, and all the best ways to woo him? You wouldn't mind if he found himself enamored with someone else?

[She half opens her eyes to glance over at his back. If he were really a cat, she'd expect to see his tail lashing irritably.]