[ She just studies him as he stands there. He's not, strictly, wrong. If he puts a hand somewhere she doesn't want it to go, he is liable to hear about it. Mostly in the sound of flesh and bone cracking together - and not, she suddenly needs to clarify, in the fun way.

But it's not like she has much of a choice, does she? She has a feeling that magic paintings can't be negotiated with. ]

Then start small, [ she finally says, folding her arms over her chest. ] You might wanna trust that instinct before you get too ambitious.

[ Of course, the rational part of her knows that it's not like he set this up - probably? it's pretty elaborate - so he's just as much a victim as she is. But that doesn't mean she's gonna make it easy on him to cross any lines, either. ]

My pants are absolutely staying on, for one thing.