brows raised. “ we’ve got quite the feisty one, don’t we ? “ tone matching sassy posture—a half smile on lips for a mere moment. “ well, you sure know how to treat a lady. “ a sarcastic remark as she effortlessly jumped after her, sliding her gun pack into its socket.
i could say the same about your kind. *taking a sip—placing the cup down right after. she’ll enjoy this rather friendly encounter until it lasts.* but, there’s no need for you to be worried. as long as you stay on my good side, of course.
*brows—furrow, a surprise. she’s never been asked such a question before. hand placing the cup underneath her nose, inhaling its steaming scent* i … i’m an umbran witch. that’s all there is. at least for now.