She tosses her head, and her long, unbound hair billows in the breeze. "I shall listen and smile and then do as I wish, as he knows full well. He knows I would not disgrace my position or our name, which is why I have usually been given my head and allowed to run unbridled." Her smile turns into a smirk, for a moment. "Also I know too much that I could chide him with in return, for him to tax me unduly. Poor Eomer! Our uncle could probably have swayed me more, and he knows it."