"Trust me it won't be that bitter because of the mint leaves, just have them and I promise you, it will help and you might enjoy it." He said and to Aamon that was absolute bull. Ain't no way she was going to enjoy that but when she gently opened her mouth. Aamon couldn't help but feel as though someone was poking at him in the wrong way.
She took in the little crushed leaves with mint and swallowed, she could see her shiver and grin as she tasted the bitterness, and Aamon was really tempted to say he told her so. What good would that do as she was already annoyed by him? He didn't want to cause any more problems at this point.
"Can you start a fire or create one with your hands?" He asked and Aamon didn't pay attention to him until J snapped his finger in front of him. Now that ticked him off, "Don't ever do that again, lover boy, especially if you value your life." He warned and all the bloody half-breed did was a smirk, unaffected by his warning.
