Well, considering she doesn't want a fifteen year old boy humping her leg, yeah, the note lessened. She'd just been making a point. All the snaps in the world couldn't stop her if she put her mind do it. Which made her curious about something. She concentrated on his hands, muting the sound around him. Would he still be able to snap his way out of things if he couldn't 'snap'? "Keep bad mouthing my perfect pitch and I'll throw green or brown at you."
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