AZRAEL
I flinch against my will, taken aback.
"What are you—?"
"Don't deny it." She cuts me off, stomping one bare foot against the floor like a petulant child. "On the way back you didn't say anything to me. You kept your distance."
"It was something you requested before," I defend myself.
"When we got back you didn't mock or tease me, you just left." Her voice pitches higher, indignant, and she throws her hands up dramatically. "You just left. Like I wasn't even there."
"You've made it clear how much you hate it."
"But you've always done it regardless!" she half yells, silencing me. Her cheeks are flushed now, whether from the alcohol or the frustration I can't tell. "It's what you do. You get under my skin effortlessly and you do it anyway. When you described your new interest in me, a part of me was expectant. I didn't think you'd grow bored that fast."
