“Neither would I.”Aria shook her head in amusement. “And modest, too.”Aria screwed her nose up, “how charming.”She stopped talking, and smirked. “Can’t the little baby take being ignored?”
“Well, it’s that or I decorate the pavement with your blood,” she smiled innocently and shrugged. “Your choice.”
“That I am.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Ouch - you hurt my ego.”
“I’d agree, except I know my opinion means nothing to you,” she smiled sweetly.
“Aren’t you being all lovely and agreeable?”
“It helps, I suppose,” she smiled back.