"If your Monsieur Courfeyrac should try anything with me, he will leave greatly disappointed." She squished her face in disapproval, not because he was unattractive, but because she desperately hated the idea of some strange man slinking around her, assuming he could have his way with her whenever he wanted. She was far better than that, romantic inclinations aside. "I am off limits to him, and to every other man in this wicked city."