Oh, he did try to conceptualize her, at least as far as he thought it might effect her. Unfortunately, his opinion mattered as much as the other meat, and Claudia started to laugh, a tinkling giggle that she only realized after it had come out that maybe wasn't the appropriate response for a lady. Should she just let him call her a bitch? The only acceptable answer was to lash out with a sharp slap across his face, claws slicing through skin where they first connected, which made her laugh again and bring her hand back to cover the expression demurely. Oh, right, that was supposed to make her cry, he might have been slightly bigger than a butterfly. The hand dropped theatrically to her chest so she could pout with big, wounded eyes, and tease, "You're right, that was terrible."