ornithomantist
She'd never taken much issue with Simon, other than, perhaps, his tendency to smoke around her. Around all of us, really. He, however, was constantly prying into her private life, attempting to find any vague, dirty information he could. It wasn't that he was interested in her, not romantically, but that he hadn't yet found a weakness. He hadn't found a single easy target for insult in her, and it was destroying him.