H-515: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Room
“So maybe I should have asked what you would like me to do. Cross my arms and get defensive?”
She briefly alters her stance and crosses her arms, altering her face deliberately into an exaggerated scowl, before immediately reverting back to her more open posture, palms open, heads tilted slightly.
“If you’ll let me, maybe I can be even more frustratingly reasonable?”
Her look says she’s clearly waiting for Lia’s permission to continue.
Lia narrows her eyes at the mocking response but doesn’t openly object.
“Fine. If you must. You be as reasonable as you like.”
There’s a definite challenge in that tone.