"Exciting?"
"Can you handle it?"
Facing Marinda's soft inquiry, Arthur sneered twice.
And the lady immediately snorted in response.
"I have an aversion to men, not birds."
As she spoke, she stared fixedly at Arthur, with an unmistakable let's-try-and-see attitude.
Yet Arthur sneered again.
"It's all the same."
His double entendre hit home the next moment, but before the lady could open her mouth, Arthur continued.
"Moreover...
My feathers are afraid of getting wet."
An even more devastating blow, his extended tone brimming with provocation.
Immediately, Marinda's gaze turned dangerous.
Both of them made unyielding eye contact.
About two seconds later, they simultaneously turned their heads away to one side, spitting out together—
"Ptui!"
"You immature, petty person!"
Marinda even raised her middle finger at Arthur, fully aware that this was Arthur's retaliation for her recent 'probe.'
To this, Marinda didn't care.
