Gwen's anger flared, and she pushed the stick harder against his chest.
"Don't mess with me, prick. I can kick your ass if I want to," she threatened, her glare intensifying.
Thorndyke chuckled, his amusement growing.
"Is that a challenge, little viper?"
He smirked, meeting her glare without backing down.
Gwen gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing further.
"Damn right, it is," she retorted, her grip on the stick tightening.
Thorndyke leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping to a low, "Oh really? You're going to try and kick my ass?"
He smirked, his eyes flickering with mischief, "How could you possibly take me on?"
"I have more fight in me than you can handle, Thorndyke," her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she leaned closer to his face as well, "I will shove this stick down your throat with no remorse."
Thorndyke's smirk grew wider as he looked down at her, clearly enjoying the feisty display.
