Feferi stared at him as the curveball of his response left her dumbfounded. "........glub," she said at last, then shrugged and brought her hands up and took off her glasses. Fef tossed them to rest on her bag too, though she was far more careless of her own. They were purely aesthetic anyway.

She leaned forward to balance on the balls of her feet gliding left and right slowly as she kept an eye on him. "And you're shore you want more?" she asked cautiously, not wanting to go after him again with a more direct move without express consent.

At least, she consoled herself, his girlfriend can heal him up. And he was resilient, if not particularly wise. Her trainers had taught her to fight mean, with the expectation that if she needed to defend herself it would be against a larger group and that she would want to take each opponent out quickly.

The scissor move she had just used on him was more something she'd been messing around with than a part of her training and it had seemed like a good way to vent her frustrations on someone but now....

She circled around him, her face calm as she watched his chest for telegraphs of what he was planning.