Neverwinter Forest Where there is a flame

Lawless tried to argue her into the ground, yet if he expected Turquoise to see the light, he was in for a long wait. The only reason she didn't roll her eyes was because she was still staring straight at him. She wanted to cut him off a few different times, yet she let him spew his protest in her face. All the while, her growling continued, giving his speech a bit of a musical backdrop.

"Whatever, dude," she said dismissively. "Such psychobabble." She wanted to leave it there, yet she couldn't quite resist arguing. "You know, boyah, it's not your place to tell me where my place is, dick or not." It was probably the fairest point she'd made so far. "I still maintain that you simply cannot take a joke. No, I don't like males particularly—get over it—nor do I like anyone who gives a gift and then throws a hissy fit because my show of gratitude apparently didn't meet his friggin' standards.

I'm just me. I'm real. Sorry I'm not sorry that I don't fit into your ladylike typecasts, Lawless," Turquoise finished on a bitter note, as if his name were a synonym for chauvinist.