nauseated her (most of them) against my undeniable, if erratic, usefulness to the party
Lately I’d been on fractionally better terms with Renthrette, though that wasn’t saying much, and even that limited progress had less to do with her feeling more comfortable with me and more to do with feeling less comfortable with the mission, if you see what I mean. She had made her disdain for my moral status clear after my conciliatory words to the duke (the fact that he had been ready to execute me did not strike her as relevant) and had referred to my money-raising methods as “snakish and deceitful,” so we weren’t exactly ready for candlelit dinners, but she called me stupid less often and always seemed to be weighing the things in my character that nauseated her (most of them) against my undeniable, if erratic, usefulness to the party.
what does weighing the things in my character that nauseated her (most of them) against my undeniable, if erratic, usefulness to the party. mean? could you break it down, a big thanks
weighing mean considering, right?