[ At the very least, she doesn't underestimate his ability to make her hurt if it came down to it. Still, she for whatever reason couldn't get enough of it, and here they were, being coy and constantly pushing each others' buttons (or at least attempting to, in her case).
Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
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Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
The hell it doesn't.