I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

She nipped at him and hauled her off. She stumbled on the earthen floor, and resettled her weight. She would have leaped at him again but he was speaking. Calling himself a fool, and her an asshole. She paused, and peeked up at him from beneath the crystals that filmed her eyes. Wondering if she was going to get away with the lie with minimal anger. He didn’t look too angry…

‘You feel for it because I did great.” She informed him, and then poked him with a paw. “And I would have kept up with it if you hadn’t gotten all weepy eyed then. What was up with that, anyway? You afraid of a fight?” She wanted to know. Kite was never afraid of a fight. She generally launched into them without ensuring she had a secure place to land. It had led her to plenty of trouble, and why she knew what a broken paw felt like. She lost more then she won, but she always got up again.
"Speech"