[He's trying to file her, she's certain of it. Unfortunately, its working. Fiona cranes her neck just a little like she is trying to hold herself back from replying. Her eyes drift shut, and she exhales a breath through her nose.]
You-- are such a pain in my ass.
[Tame, compared to what she had wanted to say. She leaves her wrist limp in his grip and stares upward with just the barest hint of disdain.]
Are you going to let go of me, or are you going to do something with it?
[She twists her wrist enough that she can wrist half-painted fingernails on Toreth's own wrist. If she plays coy, he doesn't get the satisfaction of a rise out of her, and that's totally worth it.
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You-- are such a pain in my ass.
[Tame, compared to what she had wanted to say. She leaves her wrist limp in his grip and stares upward with just the barest hint of disdain.]
Are you going to let go of me, or are you going to do something with it?
[She twists her wrist enough that she can wrist half-painted fingernails on Toreth's own wrist. If she plays coy, he doesn't get the satisfaction of a rise out of her, and that's totally worth it.
It distracts her from feeling itchy.]