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"What the Hell, Murdoc?! Ye canna just offer me up like a damn trophy! Ima Not a prize!" Skye yelled as she stared at the Highlander King before her.
"...Not wit that temper," Petrie muttered low, but Skye had heard him and glared.
Murdoc shrugged as he said; "Most here would compete fer a chance ta dance wit ya, so you'll be bait! Ya really should take it as a compliment."
Skye had whipped her head back when Murdoc had spoken, then narrowed her eyes on him as she yelled; "Ima not a prize ta be won!"
"You could always compete and win, to pick who You want to dance with," Genie suggested.
Skye looked at him with a different kind of intensity than the others as she replied; "I wanna yell atcha, too....but that's a good suggestion.."
"I'm sure you will be yelling at me plenty later, but for now: you should focus on winning," he replied with an air of relief to him.
