To resist was to express your command, your superiority over something, or someone. That was something Artemis knew very well. To resist was to quell your inner voice and inner tempting niggling at the base of your skull, and waltz out of a situation with your held high and pride largely intact. Yet, Artemis would still turn around, spinning around his office chair, to glance at that diminutive elf sitting cross-legged and pouty on a couch.
Holly caught Artemis glance, and with a widening of her round eyes and a quiver of her bottom lip, she knew Artemis was hers.
Artemis sighed, turning off his computer. "Fine, I shall play tag with you. But only this once."