Titles attached to the person of royalty, regardless of location. But she hadn't used her title in Storybrooke. It only mattered because he chose to strip her of her station. It wasn't a point she wanted to argue, here and now.

"Obscuring my vision only encourages you," she said with a derisive, but almost wry snort. After all, the less she saw, the better they seemed to get on. "And it's not your cock I care about seeing. It's your wolf and the horses." Her voice snapped and snarled, as much bitch as he was wolf and she hated it.

Lucky for him, horses feared fire, or he'd be dancing between fireballs.