Allow me to explain it for the males in the room. Yvonne grew up surrounded by endlessly busy, cantankerous dwarves and their lofty dark elven whip-cracking superiors, yes?

Say she slams into nine men (drow/dwarves/whatever) not watching where she is going in her earlier life. Five of them abuse her immediately, physically or verbally, four of them grunt, annoyed, give her the cold shoulder and get back to work...

...and then she comes to the surface, bumps into a tenth and he just smiles brightly, suggests a peace offering, asks if she's okay and gets down on her level so she can redeem herself in his eyes.

*swoon* This one is different! He's nice. He doesn't treat her like something he'd rather not have stepped on.

Yvonne is all starry eyed. She can handle his teasing and give it back in kind!