Medusa reached out and shoved her hand against his lips. It wasn't really a strike, but there was no gentleness to her touch. She narrowed her eyes at him, and despite the venom behind her icy gaze, there was something all around alluring about her expression. Fine, if he was just going to deflect the conversation back to her problems, they didn't have to talk. However, she was getting tired of people treating her the way they wanted. It was her turn to do what she wanted.
"If I purposely made you like me, you wouldn't annoy me so much. You don't know when to quit while you're ahead." She mumbled as she started to press him down on his back, sliding on top of him in a single fluid movement. "If you think you can get away with talking to me any old way, you're wrong." She grinned, her hand moving away from his lips only to caress his cheek. What would he have to say now?