[ she stills at that brief, slight touch. her face betrays her distraction-- then the irritation that chases after it, the way her frown deepens and her eyebrows pinch together. she narrows those white eyes at him, daring him to try again, to take another step closer, to give her any excuse to remind him how violent she really is under her controlled surface.

her voice loses none of its brisk straight-forwardness. ]

And I think of you. However, that is neither here nor there, and I don't wish to further waste time discussing things that are irrelevant. You have not yet answered my question.