I don't particularly like it. Reminds me of biting into something so bitter that the taste lingers in your memory.

[ he's no psionic, but he can tell when something's on her mind. his thumb brushes at her cheek, offering comfort for something he cannot change. ]

Meulin, I am not about to hunt her down. However, I do not believe myself strong enough at this point not to give into some form of confrontation if we cross paths.

[ a pause... ]

Surely a few missing teeth would make her less likely to grin, yes?