He ignored her affective declaration, pretending that it did not rouse his own grudging attachment.
"So, you are saying you do not wish to return home yet."
Her eyes glittered, annoyed. "Yes, you jerk. I don't want to go home." She turned back to the cook fire, turning spits of meat while muttering under her breath about pouring her heart out and emotionless, cold, Inuyoukai.
"For what it is worth," he spoke loud enough for her to hear, "this 'emotionless, cold, inuyoukai' no longer desires to melt you."
Red tinged her cheeks, but he caught her smile before she turned away.
