quick-step: * Grinning as her flirtatious bluff is called, Sophie is unable to stop from hooking the collar of that striking black turtleneck, tugging gently, seeing just how far one could press.* oh I didn’t realize you were amiable enough to give a demonstration of that razor sharp tongue you’re so keen on using, *purring in a voice as sweet as honey the white strands if hair were tugged lightly, ever as always a tease*. Beguiled however.. might be pushing that a little far.
“Ow. You wound me vis your preconcieved notions.” He craned his neck back slightly as the collar of his shirt was toyed at in frivol. He watched carefully, adopting an equally—but still undeniably sharp—affectionate tone of his own, letting his own hand graze the medic’s resting so near to his throat, “I can be more amiable zhan you vill ever know, mein schatz.” It was a game of limits—of who would buckle before the other’s empty flirtation. Though boastful and teasing though it was, the sniper was not at all one for physical closeness. And it showed. But he’d be damned to be the first to falter completely in this percieved show of bravado.
“Really now? Look at you; vis zhe vay you have your hands on me?” Eyes lowered, smirking some, hyper-aware and inwardly displeased with Sophie’s tightening coil on his faded locks, “Could have had me fooled.” Just how far were they each willing to take this, he wondered.
"Wound you? Surely I have done no such thing, you are neither bleeding nor dying so we can assume that my ‘cutting’ words have little affect on you… poor man". And so THERE was the little tell to the Snipers dialogue, something said beyond the use of words with the movement of his eyes, the rise of that narrow angular head. For the inches Amsel retreated, Sophie advanced, closing what little distance was left between them yet not close enough to touch. Oh no, certainly not close enough to touch.
"Beguiled… is far too strong a word.. I prefer… charmed…" Blinking in a slow lazy fashion Sophie abandoned that fascinating shock of hair in favor of exploring in a languid trailing finger down over one of those well defined ears. How amusing this test of wills was becoming - and to be sure it most certainly was a test - neither one relenting even the smallest breath lest any advantage be lost. Sophie had surely not intended for her ‘advances’ to be anything more than a mild tease, but when push came to shove… well… Sophie would obliging shove right back. After all, Amsel was certainly not the only one who enjoyed ‘pressing’ buttons.
Sophie surely possessed a clear set of boundaries… but to hell if she was going to tell the cocky Sniper exactly where they sat.
"Do not tell me you don’t enjoy the attention herr… If I make you uncomfortable all you need do is say so…" matching him smirk for smirk, she wondered if he would concede.