She returns the gesture with that purposely false sweet smile, eyes flashing with her teasing nature.

“Relax. As incredibly hot as you are, it’s not all about you. You’re more a catalyst.”

Clearly with no concern for the idea of someone else’s possessions, she falls backwards to lounge comfortably on the bed, hands tucked behind her head, smirking at him. “They’re all talking about a fight with the Daligig. Not a little scuffle like then, a major one. It seems almost everyone wants rid of them, or at least to give them a good punishment of their own. Not that I disagree, but what I’m saying is everyone seems of the edge of a revolution fuelled riot.”