“Don’t tell me Mr. Big Bad Praxiian is afraid of rodents?” I’m not, but I like the smile and the tease in her voice far too much to not continue along with this. “I would never tell you such a thing.” My nostrils flare as if I’m disgusted at the thought, though I’m secretly elated at her beautiful smile and the way she keeps looking at me not as if I’m an enemy, but a friend.
