Redsand Canyon I prefer the pain, you tellin’ me

The female is definitely getting frustrated. A huff here a groan or growl there. He isn’t trying too hard but he’s trying enough to keep her on her toes and frustrate her it seems. He almost likes the determination displayed clearly on her face, thinks it’s kind hot if he’s honest. 

She goes in for a lunge to his face and he’s easily evading her. Then all of a sudden her voice booms out into a Fuck you, Donovan! and he thinks that he’s done something wrong for a second. He’s stopping stock still and staring incredulously at her. 

“What, dear?” He asks with mild concern, golden orbs focused completely on her own. This would be the perfect time for an attack.