"Behead the half-elf. That would shut his mouth for good." There is no hesitation. Whatever animosity she has towards the drow is far outweighed by the insufferable headache that is the mage.
"Wed the high elf. He needs only to decorate the room for a while, I would expect him to die from poison quite early."
"Bed the insolent boy. I highly doubt he has it in him to please me — or any woman for that matter —, but at the very least I would enjoy greatly tying him up, and test how much pain he is capable of enduring."
Someone with layers, and a painted surface hiding deep intricacy below. A person who changes completely in a blink of an eye, a person with contradictions but something cohesive holding everything together.