Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

Just as quickly as he'd reacted to her violence with a bit of his own (though, admittedly, his had those gag-worthy goody-goody tactics only knights used), he was subdued again.  Her almost comically large ears fall back.  Staring goodness in the face doesn't suit her.  His refusal to treat her badly is making her so uncomfortable that she doesn't know how to respond.  It's making her stomach feel weird and the skin under her pelt itch.  Unless he stops her, she's going to try to scramble out from under him and scoot out of his reach.  Compliment or not, she knows she has to get the hell out of here.

"Whatever," she spits the word out like poison. "Don't you have a girl to save from a fire or something?" Her hackles are raised, but she's already turning away from him.  Bronco's rattled her in a way that she doesn't know how to articulate.  Banshee's never been the smartest wolf.  Her emotional intelligence is abysmal at best.  All she knows right now is that she needs to put as much distance between her and this sparkling fool as possible.  If he doesn't try to intercept her, she's going to trot off into the brush and, hopefully, out of sight.