She's so delightfully easy to read. The finger drumming. The eye rolling. Her entire body seems to have devoted itself to expressing her displeasure with him, and Joker is certain that's no accident: she wants him to know.
Thus far in their relationship, he hasn't tried too hard to antagonize her. Little annoyances, yes. A jab here or there, sure. But he hasn't yet attempted to fully provoke her, to push her past the limits of her self-control and encourage her to actually hurt him.
His gaze drops to her hands. On the lace-covered tabletop, they strike him as deceptively pretty, almost fragile, but he knows that's an illusion. He's read up on her. He knows what she can do.
The only question is, when shall he push her to do it?
Joker looks back at her eyes and smiles. "And if I say yes? What happens then?" He reaches lazily for his teacup, not even bothering to lean forward with the motion. "You don't look like a tattletale."
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Thus far in their relationship, he hasn't tried too hard to antagonize her. Little annoyances, yes. A jab here or there, sure. But he hasn't yet attempted to fully provoke her, to push her past the limits of her self-control and encourage her to actually hurt him.
His gaze drops to her hands. On the lace-covered tabletop, they strike him as deceptively pretty, almost fragile, but he knows that's an illusion. He's read up on her. He knows what she can do.
The only question is, when shall he push her to do it?
Joker looks back at her eyes and smiles. "And if I say yes? What happens then?" He reaches lazily for his teacup, not even bothering to lean forward with the motion. "You don't look like a tattletale."