Spars and Scars

Sebastian shook his head. I appreciate that, but you don't need to make excuses for me. Besides, I've had a bit more than normal on my mind of late. There were a few things she might glean from his words, but he elaborated no further than that. She could assume what she liked... even if he'd be curious what that might be.

He wasn't even all that hungry, simply unable to help himself from poking fun at her words to end the meeting short. But he'd learned a long time ago not to argue with Aoife Hawke. Or any of the Hawkes. They could all be quite stubborn in his experience.

A smirk lit up his face at her reaction. Pull punches? he asked, mocking offense in his tone. How could you possibly suggest such a thing. Finally, he began to rise himself, pushing himself up and realizing how tired he really did feel. Maybe he was just a bit hungry. But maybe that could wait until after. He wasn't positive he wanted to fight on a full stomach... perhaps she'd let him get away with an apple or something simple.

I'll warn you though, he stepped closer, reaching to take her hand and pull it up toward his lips. I don't fight fair. He offered a grin as he planted a light kiss on the top of her hand. Then released her and headed toward the door as if nothing happened. No hint of the move except the slight flush of his cheeks he attempted to hide by scooting out the door first.