As far as she could tell she thought he was surprised. As fleeting as the hesitation had been, she'd been watching him for such a reaction, even if she had hoped it would be more pronounced. It was enough to make his somewhat hostile response inconsequential to her where it might have otherwise infuriated her.

Tig grinned maliciously as she helped herself to her feet. "Don't act as though you're not impressed," she taunted, taking a few steps towards him so that she was bordering on an invasion of his personal space. "Or are you sulking because I did it before you?" She hadn't treated the entire thing as a race to then not rub it in that she'd bested him. As she stood there gloating it occurred to her that she would have been thoroughly disappointed if he'd praised and complimented her rather than grown irritable. "How sharp are my claws?" Obviously, it was rhetorical. As the smug remark left her lips she brazenly reached out to touch where she'd damaged his clothing in an effort to rile him.

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