Two Possibilities
Jenneless' expression became frighteningly cold. These words were nothing less than a slap to her face. Considering her inability to properly control herself currently, it only made her more infuriated.
She sneered deeply, her sharp eyes landing on the one who spoke.
He was a tall mall with much of his chest bared even through his robes. Other than this, he looked quite normal and even somewhat reserved. Aside from his stoic expression, there wasn't anything else that was worthy of note.
And yet, when Jenneless saw this face, she only became more infuriated.
"Why don't you say that again, Varnon. My palms are itching."
"It can't be that you're hard of hearing, right?" Varnon asked rather than obliging. "You haven't shown anything but a scowling expression since this competition began, something that I find quite interesting. The Jenneless I know is always unfazed by anything.