"Would you stay still?" She squeezed a clean piece of white cloth which had steam emanating, aiming for his hand.
"That's thing is freaking hot!" Allen yelled, dodging her perceived attack on his knuckle. "Could you atleast let that thing cool down a little?" Allen hissed.
"Do you want this in your mouth instead?" She threatened. "If you don't want to experience this again, how about not punching a wall when you feel wronged or angry?" She shot a hard glare.
"That's not what ha- Oooo...w!" He grimaced as the hot cloth made contact with his knuckle.
Camille lips curved upwards, "Maybe that's going to shut you up for a while." She gave a hearty laughter at her tactics.
"How the hell are you even holding that?" Allen yelled, pointing at his current enemy.
"Oh! This?" Camille raised the steaming cloth to his face.
"Y-yes!" He backed away, scared of what effect that could do to his face.
