"What, are you just gonna sit there and look pretty?" Sullivian snarled, whipping his hat off and swatting you with it. The sudden motion made you recoil, your hand instinctively coming up to block the attack.
It took you a moment to process his words, and your frown deepened. "Excuse me-?" You paused, a sharp edge to your tone. Then, with a quirk of an eyebrow, you added, "You think I'm pretty?"
His scowl faltered for a split second, and you caught the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression before he quickly masked it. He shoved the hat back onto his head, pulling it low over his eyes as if it could hide his embarrassment.
"That's not the point!" he barked, his voice gruffer now, though a tinge of red crept up his neck. "Quit twisting my words and focus. We've got bigger things to worry about!"
You tilted your head, the corners of your lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, so you do think I'm pretty," you said, deliberately poking at him.
His frustration boiled over, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. "Will you stop with the pretty thing already?!"