“ fight me, you attractive stranger. ” w i n k s hey dweeb
She looks up from the book she thought she’d get a chance to read to make sure he has a view of her annoyed expression.
“Really, Escher? I’ve got a moment of quiet at long last, and...fight you? There’s no need for that. Not to mention I’m hardly a stranger...” She smirks. “Unless you’re the type of person that crawls into a stranger’s bed, snuggles up to her, and whispers ‘I love you’ when you think that stranger’s asleep.“
She looks back down at the page, but finds her mind wandering...it’s been a while since she last fought Escher for real. At least, it was for real on her end. It seems like ages ago now...his sword skills were really something back then. Are they still as sharp now that he’s left behind his dangerous and illegal line of work? It would be interesting to see him in action again.
Still, she’s got no intention of fighting him...at least not with blades, and certainly not to the death. But there on the couch, it would seem there’s a perfectly good “weapon.”
He’s backed off since she finished her stern mini-lecture, and now seems like a good chance. With a throw pillow in hand, she begins to sneak toward him, unable to keep herself from smiling. All he said was that he wanted her to fight him...he didn’t ever specify what kind of fight he was looking for.
