Little Lambs [Nyte] {Blitz}

His concentration broke as soon as she knocked into him. Whirling he had his knife in his hand and pointed at her throat. "Watch it." The colour in her cheeks finally registered in his mind and he paused a moment. His knife remained pointed at her, but the threat behind it had faded some. "You're lucky you're a girl," he began but he stopped when he realized how stupid that statement was. How many sisters did he have that would gut him if he bothered them enough - one of the reasons he didn't like dealing with women of any kind. Didn't his own mother declare she would kill him herself if he tried anything on her or her husband? No, the reason he had drawn back was not because she was female. It was because she was staring at him and blushing. He didn't know what to do.

It was interesting to watch more blood rise to her cheeks, making him involuntarily lick his lips. The knife that was now back in her hands was not overly impressive, but the edge looked well-maintained. His own knife, the tip drooping away from her throat and more towards her chest, was also well-maintained. It was a necessity in the Moreno house to be well and constantly armed. An attack might come from anywhere at any time and if he wasn't prepared he could be caught at the wrong end of a sibling's blade. This girl, though, didn't really look like she was about to attack. "Calm down. I'm sorry, no need to point your oh-so-intimidating knife at my throat." He just gave her a half-smirk and moved his knife down to his side, but left it in his hand. It would take more than a few words to make him put his knife away, trust was not something he formed lightly.

Her face lost the colour and he felt the tension in his limbs release - he was no longer coiled for an attack he hadn't planned. Instead, it was replaced by a twitch of irritation because she now had a look of exasperation plastered on her face and it bothered him. "Trust issues? I put my knife away. The least you could do is the same." He almost growled, but held himself back. There was no point letting himself look like an animal, she already thought him paranoid there was no reason to drive her further towards the truth. In place of the snarl he ground his teeth together and clenched his hand around his dagger's handle. "Why, I'm going to be training in a moment anyway. I would have been already if you hadn't interrupted." Once again his jaw shut and clenched. It was odd how easily he had been put-off this girl. Then again, he wasn't much of a people person.

He really did snarl now, or at the least his lip curled and he sneered at her. "Then point it somewhere else." Her spunk was not intimidating in the least, but it was enough to rub him the wrong way and make him consider pointing his knife at her throat once more. "What happened to you Mr. Jumpy?" He scoffed. "Happened?" He wasn't sure whether it was contempt that he felt, or continued frustration. Why did he have to explain himself to her, she was the one who bumped into him after all. "I'm not some traumatized kid if that's what you think. Leave me be." Maybe he could have some peace, and take a moment to actually use the knives before him on something that wasn't living for once. It would be a nice change, though part of him would still be somewhat disappointed - blood was a wonderful thing and he loved nothing more than watching it flow before licking it up. The metallic taste was something he always enjoyed.

He was on an edge as fine as his knife blade - no notion which way he was going to fall, all he knew was that it was painful to stand there for a long time. "I told you to put that fucker away." One side loomed; attack. If he fell that way it would not be a pretty ending, and he would leap at this girl and show her that she was just a waste of his time. He straightened on his knife's edge and took a glance at the other side; escape. He could just leave, turn and walk away and have the peace he wanted. There was enough trouble and hectic moments at home and he wanted a break. "I wasn't suggesting you were abused, by the way. Just anyone who is more uptight than me must have some sort of serious problem." Couldn't she just leave - why did he have to be the one to have to make the decision? His balance wavered and he wobbled over the two choices. Refusing both he steadied himself once more and just looked at her flatly. "If you're so concerned about my sanity, why don't you leave?"

He watched her eyes narrow, taken aback slightly by the slightly more aggressive stature she had taken. "Isn't it obvious?" Determined not to be undermined, he tensed his own shoulders, grip tightening on his knife handle once more. "You hurt my pride. No one gets away with that little boy." The snarl from before rose to his lips again and he longed to pace around her like a wild animal, he was always better off when he was moving, but that might look a little too much like he was going to attack her. Still, little boy? His own eyes narrowed into a dark glare. "Hurt your pride? So you're sensitive now?" If she truly was sensitive, that might not have been the thing to say. Taeve didn't care, though, this girl was infuriating him more than anyone he had met before. Was it maybe that he couldn't just take his frustrations out on her as he would with any of his siblings? Whatever it was, it was giving him an itch he just couldn't scratch.