Lenore's not too worried about the expletives hurled at her back. It's clear that vulgarity is just the default for Nightie, so one just has to translate the degree of vulgarity to determine the actual emotional state.

She stays away longer this time, not wanting to establish the idea that she's waiting upon her pet's pleasure. It's her prerogative as to whether she has time to spare.

This time, for the midnight meal, a guard brings the tray and places it outside the bars of the cell, out of reach at first but then pushing it over to be flush with the bars using her sword. She just leaves it there outside the bars, within reach but making no effort to carry it inside the way Lenore would have done. Gideon will just have to eat through the bars.

Lenore arrives late in the night, close again to morning. She carries another tray of food, but she also sets it down outside the bars, then phases through them as she did before. Bringing anything through with her is too much trouble. She bothers to do it with her clothing, to keep her hair perfect, but she knows both of those things thoroughly. "Doing all right, my darling Nightmare? Need anything?"