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she wants his ire for no reason besides that fact that she misses the passion of it; besides her night with the green-eyed woman her life had consisted muchly of attempting to stay alive. there was the odd fight, but none lit with the same fire as those when she'd pitted herself against the titan. "I found other amusement." she answered airily, cocking her chin a fraction. "and you?" it was a nonconcrete answer, but one that invited a little imagination. she matched his step, moving near, not quite close enough to touch. the words, the step, were a test, poking at a bear with a stick and inviting any outcome that came.