She kept her hands out innocently enough, though there was a sarcastic hint to it enough. The fact of the matter was that she couldn’t fight him confidently now, and she was under no rush to hurry it along anyway. If she played this carefully, instead of swinging herself around willy-nilly like she had the arena before, she could take this a lot further.

Still, she didn’t move—didn’t move, but didn’t speak, either, watching him with that strange smile like she was asking why he hadn’t gone yet.