well that came out of left field. at first she wonders what the hell brought it on, looking back at him with her best ‘what the fuck’ expression. “do I look like some doe-eyed little schoolgirl to you?” she’s almost offended by the suggestion this is whatever he’d implied it was. “you’re not completely repulsive and you have decent taste in alcohol but believe me, I’m not interested in anything else.”

_{part of him wanted to respond sarcastically; to dig himself in with a blade that was so easy for him, but instead, ky decided to deal with things straight forward. “you sure about that? ‘cause, i’m quite sure that if i stick around long enough you might become attached.” or, at least that was what he thought.}