[ Raising a brow, her lips slowly split into a grin - and she, too, turns to face him whilst scooting just a bit closer. Leans in, as though to tell a secret. ]

I want a challenge. [ Ah, her eyes go a bit glassy already! ] A man with a-- resilient body and strength of character, that won't buckle in a quarrel - who would, in fact, raise his hand against me in a way that would make me weak.

[ Her tongue darts over her lips with a breathy little chuckle. ]

Before I shred him into pretty red ribbons with my scythe.