Skye's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something hotter, more unwelcome, that she refused to acknowledge. She folded her arms over her chest, as she leaned forward just enough to invade his space without touching, her voice oozed with sarcasm and bite. "Ruffled my feathers? Please, Gael, you're about as threatening as a kitten with clipped claws. And fun? That's rich coming from you, chasing after anyone with a pulse just to prove you can." A sharp laugh escaped, but it didn't reach her eyes, her gaze flickered over him like she was dissecting every smug inch. "I didn't come here for your attention, you egomaniac. But if you're so desperate to relive our little history, fine, test me. See if I give a damn what happens when the bear wakes up. Spoiler alert, I won't be the one running." Her words hung in the air, laced with defiance, her body tense as if she dared him to make the next move.