"I do. Come on, the worst that could happen is you do something nice for him and he gets a tart to himself. Which if he's nice he'll share with all his friends anyway!" So even if they still aren't getting along, there's still more happiness in the world.

She actually blushes slightly. Her skin feels decidedly odd in the wake of that touch, sensitive and shivery and... it's really nice. Well, she thinks the message was heard. She's too worried about fucking up to try to make things clearer.

Wrath does stare at him when he says that, smirks, and growls, "Big words when you're not going to be able to move after round one."

...they're talking about sparring, right? Either way...