It was from years of dealing with Beck and his overwhelming desire to try to push the Were girl to her limit that Edie was so easily able to mask the fear that appeared on her features in the briefest of moments following the knife near her head. No, she'd experienced much worse at the hands of Beck and his friends back home in Yorkshire. She could remember Beck personally holding her down and cutting her skin in an attempt to see if her healing power really couldn't be used on herself. Or the way he'd do the same to their friends to see what the extent of her power was. She could remember the horrors the man she was supposed to be wed to had embedded her with, and surely she believed that this was nothing compared to that. If the woman truly wanted to kill her, that knife would have been embedded in her heart already. One glance at the knife told her it wasn't made of silver, but she had no doubt that it wouldn't kill her if it was embedded within her ribcage. A grin moves on the Were woman's features as the woman moved in closer to her. "Would I? You'll find that I'm not too easily impressed. Anyone can flip a knife, snowflake."

It was such a little thing, a tease meant to get under the skin of the woman that had decided to pressure her and dare to throw a knife at her. "So are you the faerie princess' personal guard dog now? How cute that she's so helpless..." The woman couldn't help but enjoy this banter she was having with her. Edie leaned forward, pressing her hands against the couch that separated them as she refused to back down. No, she would not be afraid of the white haired woman in her yoga pants, just as she wasn't afraid when she threw knifes at her face.

The threat that is uttered from the other woman is met with a hearty laugh from the brunette fox. "My my, you do think so highly of yourself there, cotton ball." She chuckled, her arms cast lazily over her chest as though she was talking to just anyone on the street. That this woman held a weapon meant very little to her. She had no reason to be afraid of this knife thrower. Looks may be deceiving, but she had very little doubt she would be harmed. At least, not yet. Her eyes locked on the picture and it took everything she could to recall the name of the idiotic faerie prince she'd met. She'd taken him down so easily, and continued to toy with him at the gala. That made them friends, right? She was, truly, hardly surprised that the woman didn't believe that story. Edie didn't necessarily believe it either. She must have been getting lazy about her stories now, wasn't she?

"Really now," She chuckled. "I always was told I'm an excellent liar. I'm a great actress, you know." This time, the woman hardly moved as the other knife embedded itself into the other side of her head. She felt the breeze of it against her cheek, and yet, once again, she wasn't nearly as afraid as she supposed she should have been. The threat she's met with had the girl rolling her eyes. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to throw things?" Swiftly, she raised her hand and grabbed ahold of the knife, yanking it out of the wall in one swift motion before she brought it down in an attempt to slice at the woman's arm. One knife the fox could understand. But two, that meant business.