“You could try being less of a smartarse for a start”, said Kael, hands placed firmly upon his hips and an expression etched across his features that suggested he wasn’t in the least bit chuffed. Alright, so, perhaps, it wasn’t that big a deal and, perhaps, he was allwoing himself to get frustrated a little too easy but that was hardly far from the norm for Kael. He wasn’t known for his good temper nor for his patience so there was little wonder why he seemed so miffed – even if, all things considered, he was one of the last people who ought to have been accusing anyone of being a smartarse. “Tch, forget I asked. I’m not awake enough for this yet. ”
“Are you getting mad at me being me?" Her tone was incrediculous but her expression was too playful to fit her faked disbelief. From where she stood, or rather sat, on the statue several feet above him the dancer could see he didn't approve of her little joke. Even then she had amused herself beyond belief. “So impatient.” Natasha muttered, pursing her lips for a moment, pushing his patience more than she really should be considering his temper before her countenance lightened up. “I’m coming down, I’m coming.” During her decent Natasha kept glancing in his direction to make sure she could see if he had gotten fed up and walked away. Truth be told that wouldn't be a first for her but she was hoping that she didn't push him to it anyway.