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The pale coated female seems to perk up at the mention of a fight and Donovan smirks at the reaction. Though when she questions him he can’t help but allow a loose laugh bubble past his throat.

“Now, you don’t exactly look defenseless.” He he offers back, an interested expression settles on his face with a single cocked brow. Then he tilts his chin up to her. “Do you assume that I can fight?” The brindled male asks with a jesting face that says, ‘come on now’.