They were speaking two different conversations, really. It was not poison that had slain Oliver Patrick, after all, but something far deeper, something far harder to remedy. He didn't have anything that he could armour himself again. Nor did he have anyone that he could properly rely on to ask for advice, not without risking revealing all that he was.
"Of course, it's my problem," she said, her tone equally as harsh to match him. "I am a princess of the Pendragons. It is my duty to see that such things do not happen on Academy grounds, whilst I am in attendance and capable of stopping them."
"And what would you do, Princess Asabel?" Oliver asked, a testing smile, as he turned to look at her. "If it really was the sort of issue you're imagining, what would you do?"
She returned his gaze, just as harshly, completely resolute in her stance. "I will do whatever is right. I would serve justice. Murder can't be tolerated."
