if it doesn't burn a little
She laughs at the double meaning of her words, and she can’t help but give him a playfully suggestive little wink. That statement might hold true in all its forms, though let's be real, no one has ever forced Weaver to do anything she didn’t want to do, besides take medicine. Though at the time, she’d been half unconscious for a good chunk of it, so it’s not like it mattered much.
Her grin, still playful and clearly teasing, grows as he shoves her shoulder. ”Clearly that’s exactly what I expect,” she says, though he should know her well enough by now to know it’s not. ’I can only save myself from papercuts.” She sticks out her lip in a very mock, petulant look, though she can’t hold it long before she cracks into a laugh and gives it up.
She likes the eagerness in his voice, and she grins, giving him a slight nod. They would find a time and a place, test their skills against one another. He would give her a hell of a challenge, she is sure, but she does love a challenge.
Her grin, still playful and clearly teasing, grows as he shoves her shoulder. ”Clearly that’s exactly what I expect,” she says, though he should know her well enough by now to know it’s not. ’I can only save myself from papercuts.” She sticks out her lip in a very mock, petulant look, though she can’t hold it long before she cracks into a laugh and gives it up.
She likes the eagerness in his voice, and she grins, giving him a slight nod. They would find a time and a place, test their skills against one another. He would give her a hell of a challenge, she is sure, but she does love a challenge.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
