Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

He huffed lightly at her retort and rolled his eyes. "Manners?" He asked loudly. "More manners'n you, at least," He said, and stuck out his tongue for good measure even though it wasn't exactly audible. It was the thought that counted and it presented itself in the sass he tried very hard to throw into his voice. 

He was watching her, though, she he noticed the way she moved as she took a few steps toward him. There was something cautious and poised about her movements- and he felt like he was being stalked. "Oh hey- don't think I don't see you doing that," He said, and began to step backwards and away from her. He felt like she was going to do something- and he wanted to be prepared for it.