She goes for the jugular by trying to steal his comic. She only grips one end and he yanks the other, morphing into a tug-of-war. Her cheeks redden in effort while Lo barely does a thing. “Let…go,” she huffs. “Is that a little bicep?” He squeezes her nonexistent muscle. “Damn, love, don’t Hulk out on me.” “You’re being an ass.” “I’m always an ass, Lily Hale, and I don’t like sharing my toys.” He pries the comic, and she loses her grip completely.
