(bored/uninterested) I invited none of the Moon's Children, Precisely because of your stupid little feud. If any of them decided to sabatoge your bike, they weren't a guest of mine, and are therefore... *pause for a smile* Not my responsibility.

(practically purring; goating/proud) I'm memorable, it's true. (matter-of-factly) You shouldn't remember me, I threw up a glamour as hard as a wall as soon as I saw you. You should have run right into it face-first-- psychically speaking.

(very angry/pissed off) I didn't damage you. Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true. You are different. Maybe not better-- but different. And it's no picnic being different.