She could hardly have expected for him to respond positively to her accosting him, but something struck her as off about the way in which he responded. He seemed particularly unwilling for her to physically obstruct him, almost as though the very thought of her touching him disgusted him in some way, but why would she disgust him? It wasn't as though she had some sort of violently contagious and hopelessly incurable magical disease.
Had Tig not settled on disgust as being the cause of his somewhat abnormal reaction, she might have taken more pleasure in exploiting a perceived weakness. Instead she was a little affronted, but mostly agitated; what about her could possibly be disgusting? Certainly she was soaked through to the skin but she couldn't imagine that would particularly bother him.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she eyed him. "You're behaving abnormally." With the same hand as before, she made a grab for his forearm. "Why?" It was not the reason she had initially stopped him from going about his business, but it was now her main focus. Was it her touch in particular or her overall presence? Would he react as violently if she touched him without the element of surprise?
Had Tig not settled on disgust as being the cause of his somewhat abnormal reaction, she might have taken more pleasure in exploiting a perceived weakness. Instead she was a little affronted, but mostly agitated; what about her could possibly be disgusting? Certainly she was soaked through to the skin but she couldn't imagine that would particularly bother him.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she eyed him. "You're behaving abnormally." With the same hand as before, she made a grab for his forearm. "Why?" It was not the reason she had initially stopped him from going about his business, but it was now her main focus. Was it her touch in particular or her overall presence? Would he react as violently if she touched him without the element of surprise?
