Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

Her grin seemed to nudge the annoyance further, and he shook himself, his eyes never leaving her movements. She was beautiful, but her words, just made his brows furrow. She thought he was beaten? His voice dropped as he spoke, annoyance now clearly heard. I did not ALLOW myself to be beaten. That's about as stupid as sniffing around a wounded wolverine asking dumb questions. Allow? No. I slightly underestimated him. Now, miss, I have things to do. Like track his lucky ass down to show him how unlucky he actually is. Did you want anything before I go? 
During his long statement, he sat seemingly grooming himself, but looked up at the end, raising an eyebrow. He knew she was dangerous, a dumbass could see that, but carelessness and agitation flowed through him with curiosity bringing up the rear. If it weren't for the curiousity, he would have already been gone.