Once again with feeling!
Finally, there was something other than the typical rehearsed speech! Leyra almost burst into applause, she swore, when he actually spoke to her rather than repeating more of the same words, rather than an attempt to make her go somewhere. She still grinned.
“Aren’t we touchy,” she muses as she picks up a slow walk, moving in an arc around him until she stood on his other side, watching him with a sly and mischevious expression. She then stood stock, listening as he spoke and made his way around her (bless the cute little guy!) and then he was suddenly moving away.
Leyra just laughs.
“I think you would be smart enough to realise that force wouldn’t work. I’d be too busy smiling and thinking how adorable you are to take it seriously,” she says in an innocent voice. Yet in that same heartbeat, the mirth was gone and her eyes darkened slightly.
“And I will not bow to your threats, little man,” she warns him, as her ears go back for the first time. Leyra didn’t really mean it, it was a half-hearted response and more of a warning that she wouldn’t be pushed. In that moment, it was gone, and her stupid grin returns.
“How’s about you try asking me nicely, and with some zest for life! Come on, we’re all living here and we only have tomorrow to look forward to. Show me that you actually care about me, and not just my being a woman, and we’ll go from there,” she says with fire, as she remains poised, head up and forelegs squared.