"I've always seen you as the hot-headed type who doesn't really think much if his opponent is weaker or stronger than him, and just always gives it his best shot anyway," she told him, "I guess I was wrong. You might be a bit of a coward after all."
"Is that what you think?" He said in a strained voice as he stretched his arms, ruffling his own locks as he faced her with a smile, "Seriously, when did I say a single thing about losing? I'm going after this guy–full force."
"That's not what it sounded like a few seconds ago to me," she replied.
"Yeah, well, I was just trying to be a little bit of a pessimist for once. I learned that it's not really my style," he smirked, pacing back and forth around the room.
"What're you planning to do?" Emilia asked with a slight hint of worry in her words, knowing full well what Sirius was capable of–good and bad.
