Clara's face is indifferent, but she's smiling on the inside. She may be losing all the prestige she had with her gallant entrance, but it is worth it to see Alaric squirm. The last time she saw him she was the one that had to pretend, she was the one that hated every minute. There were so many words that she wanted to say back then, now she is finally getting a chance to show him.
It may be torturous for him, but it is not nearly as bad as it was living like that for five long years. It is not that Clara doesn’t want to tell the story, she has been aching to tell it.
"Where would you like me to start?"
Alaric is getting whiplash from her change in attitude. Once again, he feels like he is being played, she is in his pack, under his control, she is at the disadvantage, yet he is losing
