Razorback Ridge arsonist's lullabye

His maw held the slightest trace of a frown, having expected her to take the bait. Perhaps she was smarter than most in her decision to not take the chance, but her following hesitance to leave the scene entirely indicated otherwise to him. “Not a fool… a coward perhaps,” The quirk of his brow in itself was a challenge designed to threaten her ego. She did not seem the type to be pushed around, reminding him of a few other women he could name in that sense. She could not be convinced to going against her own interests, but to change what those interests were was another thing.