On Edge

As he retorted to her response, Dea found herself with a small amused grin as he spoke of guessing her girth. "I just told you precisely how much space I occupy, how is it speculation?" He gave a shrug and spoke of dropping her off the edge of the cliff. The mere thought had her laughing, something she had never really done up to that point. Even with the barest hint of a smile on his face, the solidarity of his stance said he wouldn't hesitate. "I like that it's perfectly okay to assume you could push me off the cliff while also musing over the rudeness of speculating my spacial occupation." She lifted a darkly painted brow and gave a charming smile to the man, "I'll move on one condition...You have to spend the rest of the day with me, just because I need a reason to move, and you want me out of your way. I'd be out of the way if I could walk with you..."