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Feisty and oh so angry. He thinks evenly. If she persists though, he must take her word for it. Apparently this is her home and he would find himself getting just as pissed if someone walked into his. Yet, despite his offer, she doesn’t take it. How unfortunate. He remembers what happened he offered a friendly spar last time he met a woman…

He killed her. Or so he suspects. Or so he hopes.

This one would be just as easy if not easier. But with the threat of other close by, he shouldn’t take the risk.

So he stares at her blandly. Brows returning to their neutral place he shrugs. “If you wish.” He hums dryly, adding a touch of sarcasm to his tone, but it would be hardly noticeable. 

With that he’d begin making his way out, but not without adding his own taunt to it. “Go back to attacking your tree then, don’t let me stop you. I’ll be leaving.”

He’d almost hope to goad her into a fight, but still, if her friends linger he wouldn’t make it too far.