"You can't take me." Her face is neutral as she advances on him, one foot slowly in front of the other, not unlike a predator stalking its prey.

A small, devious glint appears in her eyes. She's seen him fight. She knows how he moves and that he'll be relentless if she gets him going. And right now? That's what she wants. A real fight and a distraction from her boredom.

Her footsteps come to a halt just a few feet in front of him. "Come now, at least give me a taste. We've never crossed blades before."