[ She watches him intently while he stands, eyes narrowing considerably when she recognizes that look of pity on his face. Wrath was probably considered her main vice (as the whole fiasco with Amon could attest), but there was some Pride there as well, and he knew just as well as she did that she loathed being looked down on or pitied like this.
There's almost a growl that rumbles at the back of her throat and a slight shiver when he tips her head up, ehther from the cold or just from the gesture in and of itself, it was hard to tell. Probably both? ]
And yet you keep coming back. I would've thought you would've moved on or gotten bored by now.
[ As she says this, her grip tightens on the arm of the chair, the other hand flexing as if she's not sure if she wants to punch him into the wall or pull him down to her level. ]
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There's almost a growl that rumbles at the back of her throat and a slight shiver when he tips her head up, ehther from the cold or just from the gesture in and of itself, it was hard to tell. Probably both? ]
And yet you keep coming back. I would've thought you would've moved on or gotten bored by now.
[ As she says this, her grip tightens on the arm of the chair, the other hand flexing as if she's not sure if she wants to punch him into the wall or pull him down to her level. ]