[ This time Sylvanas does laugh, though it's bitter and short.]

You insult me as if you think I do not realize what I am. Such petty insults mean nothing to me. [ If there was one thing Sylvanas was always aware of it was this: that she was undead, a creature that would never truly be welcome amongst the living.

To the rest of his retort, she tilts her head, waiting for him to finish.]

This queen of the dead enslaved a Dreadlord, rather than fall into slavery of one. [ The fact that Varmithras ultimately betrayed her is a moot point here. ]