[ Beleth looks horrified by the accusation, and quickly moves her hands up defensively. ]

What--? No! I don't--

[ And then her hands on her hips, fidgety from nerves that are being driven straight off a cliff by this chucklefuck. ]

--I don't gossip with people about. Things of that nature. And why would I? I just thought--

[ She attempts to run a hand through her hair, and promptly snags it on a particularly vicious chunk of curl. At least she can distract herself with freeing her fingers from the tangle. ]

--Though I'm clearly atrocious at that task. Thinking, that is.