Haunted Wood But not too tall

"You never will, Warlord," she grinned, moving into a play bow before him. She was bored and didn't care if they fucked or not. It was something fun to do that all mattered.
Her eyes glittered with joy. She felt alive again. Perhaps the blundering idiot reset her or something.

Then he had the complete audacity to question her perception of him. Whatever a booty call was, she assumed it was something that meant going to someone for a fun time for whatever reason.
"If you want to be, I can find someone else to bother." 
She rose from her play bow, feigning sadness with a dropping tail and slackened figure. Not quite looking at him under her lashes.
What would he do now?