frolic aholic

Luke gave a snort of his own when she had finished speaking, throwing the same insult that she had thrown before, because she was clearly as creative as she was pleasant. "Uh-huh, yup," Luke bobbed his head, his tone laced with mocking, but his collected expression unchanged. Unlike her, who was reacting so much over nothing, Luke just stood there, cool silver eyes simply watching her, and not without wonder. He doubted this was a case of waking up on the wrong side of the bed, and he almost pitied her, going through life with just inexplicable anger. Such a disposition was not for someone like him to understand.

"Well, I suppose I should greet you in your own language," he said, "Fuck you." Luke grinned broadly, his tone light and joking and tail wagging. He did not think for one moment he could win her over and was not trying, but he was comfortable with the distance between them, enough to play around. She was a beast, but he was fast and lithe, any move on her part would be counteracted in such a way as to keep that distance between them. "Are you afraid of the water?" he asked, for she was quite adamant he come to her.