"Oh fuck off," Alexa responded rolling her eyes before glaring at him again, "I'm sure you would find it much less enjoyable then I would since at least I get the pleasure of watching you be disgusted."
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"Whatever you say." He seemed to enjoy all this word banter.
Alexa wasn’t one for always just talking back and forth. She always thought actions triumphed overall. Which is why without warning she quickly leaned over and pecked Arsen on the cheek before going invisible and moving away a light smile on her face. She reappeared behind the kitchen counter away from Arsen, “Uh huh. How do you feel about it now rich boy?”
He made an annoyed face and wiped his cheek, disgust coursing through him. "I think that that is very weird."
Alexa had a grin on as she saw the face Arsen was wearing, "Yeah, and I'm satisfied with the result. Better get used to it since being 'madly in love' involves a lot of small gestures like that."
"Of course it does," he said, straightening. "Although, are you sure you want to practice now? I can be very convincing when I want to be." He smiled, showing his teeth. It was the smile of a wolf, watching its prey.
"I don't see why not," Alexa responded not backing down. She leaned over the kitchen counter, "Though I don't think you have it in you."
"I can if I want to." He towered over her, looking down, before leaning close to her, so that their faces were inches apart. "Don't you think we need practice?"
Alexa had to hold back the fight or flight feeling that came with being so close to Arsen. She kept a lazy grin on her face appearing to be unbothered by it all, "Oh, I'm sure we do. Considering we were at each other's throats just moments ago."
"Exactly," he said, smirking. He could see the unrest in her eyes, which only enhanced his glee. He loved making people uncomfortable, and although he hated this, he was also enjoying it. He leaned even closer. "How, exactly, do you think we should go about this? Rough, or gentle?"
Alexa stilled her nerves and managed to match him by leaning in closer past him and whispered into his ear, "I don't really care. How about you?"
"I've heard that Lowslum like things rough." His mouth was right next to her ear. He lowered his voice. "Or do I need to be gentle?"
"Like I said," Alexa pulled back a little containing the rage that had bubbled up inside of her along with whatever else was there. She smirked a little at him, "I don't care. I thought your little pampered self my want things gentler the first time."
"Of course not. I'm offended that you could even think such a thing." He pulled away and leaned on the counter.
"Oh trasero," Alexa accent rolled out thickly as she had stopped trying to hide it, "Of course I thought such a thing. Erres un flor delicado."
He eyed her with a mixture of disgust and amusement. Why was she talking in that despicable language? Most likely to annoy him. He had almost no grasp on the language, he was disappointed to admit - not that he would ever tell her. He was better at… well, other things.
"Well, that's nice and all, I guess, but it's not helping our cause."
“I suppose not,” Alexa responded with a shrug. She hated the look of disgust he was giving her. All she had done was speak in her native language. She wasn’t going to give that up, “So now what do you suppose we do?”
"Do we want to look up any background research for our people, or should we just shootin the dark?"
"We can always look up background info," Alexa responded with a shrug, "But there really isn't much to be found."
He shrugged. "All right then. If that's all that needs to be planned, I'm off." He winked at her.
Alexa leaned back against the other counter and gave him a wave, "You do that. I'm going back to do what I was doing before you walked in."
"Which by that you mean making a fool of yourself?" He rolled his eyes. "You do that, sweetheart."
Alexa ignored him knowing he was trying to rile her up. She walked over to her room, “Uh huh. At least I can dance and have fun.”
"Have fun?" He snorted. "That looked like you were prepping for the whore house. I mean, at least you have a backup plan if you fail."
Alexa took a deep breath in and out. She turned and began to stalk towards ARsen, "Don't. Ever. Suggest. That. Again. If I fail, you fail. So don't fucking pull that shit."
He raised an eyebrow. "But if I fail, at least I actually have money enough to not live on the streets."
"Yes and I have enough skill to keep me out of a whore house," Alexa held back her snarl. His comment had broken her calmly placed facade.
"I see," he said, in a tone that he knew rankled her. He shrugged. "Whatever you say." His disbelief was obvious.
Alexa took a deep breath and walked back over to her room. She needed to stop giving him the reactions he wanted, but dios it was difficult when he talked down to her like that, “You’ll see. You’ll see how skilled I am when I end up saving your sorry ass.”
He snorted. "Like that'll ever happen," he said mildly. "I'm trembling in my bunny slippers."