I don't need time. [In fact, she almost seems offended by the implication that she does require it. She doesn't. Lexa stares at him for a long moment (too long, really, because she's trying to be unsettling and she knows her eyes are unsettling) before she gathers the right words to speak again.]

Being honest with you is treating you as my equal. We find each other irritating. Little will change that.

I will not harm you again. [Lexa debated adding a "but" before that, but decided that it would have lacked the power it needed. She is being decisive here. Respect it, Rhys.]