She has vixen blood

Princess Andraste Csilla frowned, agitated by Prince Audemar's question. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave him that kind of offended stare as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"What are you trying to say, brother?"  Andraste asked annoyance, hinted in her voice. 

Audemar looked away as he tried to feign ignorance with what he meant by what he said. "Well, do not get me wrong, Csilla. You look exactly like a living skeleton disguised only with human skin," exaggerated Audemar as he walked closer to the bed. 

Andraste Csilla rolled her eyes. "And you look like a miserable soldier coming home from war," she retorted and paused as she sniffed into the air. "And, another thing, brother, you stink. You reek blood," she added with that scornful expression plastered on her face.

"What did you just say?"