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His smile becomes more irritating by the second. Her harsh words are unable to waver the taunting, close mouthed smirk that contorted his face handsomely. The ferocity that clearly makes up this female intrigues him; he’d even go as for to say that she attracts him. After all, he has a thing for feisty, quick witted females.

So he leans in more, almost to where his muzzle settles beside the side of her face, close enough to her ear. “If it’s so shameful for me to talk about it, why not do something about it then?” He instigates her irritation with a smooth, deep voice. He wants to rile her up again and he just can’t help it.