Upon the Demacian’s approach, Ahri would offer a small smile, welcoming her with a bow of her head as she listens to her - though, as she carries on, her fox ears would flatten against her head and visible irritation came across her features, as she would fold her arms.

“-Excuse- you, Fiora - I would expect such behavior out of you to someone that would actually be deemed a threat, not to someone such as I. It is not my fault that I am a woman that once had ambitions, and a dream to fulfill - and the only way to fulfill such was through unsavory means.”

“I did not appreciate having to seduce men, and take their souls away from them - the murder wasn’t right, and neither was causing them to fall in love with me. I do not appreciate the image the League has painted for me as a loose woman - because I am -not.-“

The fox-woman was clearly angry, though her voice remained at a reasonable level. It does not rise, and remains steady through her entire speech except for words that require emphasis in order to get her point across to the thick-skulled cretin wasting her time.