Amon had to pause for a moment. She had grinned, caught him of guard with her words. Taunting as they were, he had closed his eyes in response, lips twitching in irritation. Alas! His calm demeanor had been breached. She was pushing buttons, how far was she going to go to see what he would do? “I've only just met you, girl, and already you lash out. What makes you want to hurl daggers at my face? Should I act more brutal for your convenience?” His words were beginning to take on more venom, but there was still that smile playing on his lips. But indeed, he scrutinized her face well enough to discern the wounds she held from her event with the unruly archer. He shook his head, “Just as well, since you have a nasty little mouth.” He murmured, “But I’m sure you two would have made a great bickering couple.” He noticed she hadn’t responded to what he’d said about her crippled state. Maybe he’d been too insensitive, rude even, but after her response, he felt no regret for coming off as pitying her. On the contrary, in his mind, he believed he’d complimented her, motivated her to go beyond the dek caste and pursue something she was good at. He decided to break the silence, “I’ve struck a nerve, what luck.” Her next remark made his brow quirk. He scoffed, tapping his cheek. “You insult me, and then you compliment me. Didn’t you say I’m more like a woman? I’d assume this wouldn’t be an issue, but coming from a flip-flopper, I guess I can’t take your words to heart.” He was becoming more aggressive, but it was passive. He wouldn’t make an outburst in the middle of the kitchens, nor was he planning to. He was as patient as they come, even with Haya’s provoking words. |