[ Annoyed, Adora drops her hand and raises her eyebrows. She doesn't know that Yennefer's planning to hand it over eventually, and instead puts her foot thoroughly in her mouth. ]

Okay, well, first of all, I wasn't haggling; I was trying to be helpful. [ No, she was haggling. She just hates being called bad at anything. ] Second of all, it is my dagger, so stop talking like I'm a thief. Because right now, that's what you are.

[ She's self-aware enough to realize that she's being ridiculous about this, but petty enough not to stop. But even as she talks, she's prising open other eggs, looking for pages among the goo; wanting this woman out of her life sooner rather than later. ]

What kind of book is it, anyway? Just so I know you aren't stealing from someone else. [ Her back is to Yennefer now, but the attitude radiates from her voice. ]