On Edge

The woman quipped back at him. Now, although he could have moved around her, it was the match of stubborn minds. Archon chuckled lowly, "But, ma'am... that would have me guessing how much space you occupy. It is not in good taste to speculate about how large a lady is, now is it?"

Archon waited for her response, then shrugged to himself. "I'm sure I could move you, but it looks like a pretty far drop from here," he suggested. "I'd hate to do that." His small smile suggested he was kidding, but his stiff stance suggested otherwise. He braced himself in case she thrashed out.

Archon couldn't help but wonder if she would be enraged, intimidated, or simply amused at his suggestion.