you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Wilder snorts at her comments as he tries to focus on applying the pain relief and anti-inflammatory ointment over her jagged wounds. "Alcohol woul' be nice to tolerate yer attitude," he retorts back, his own tone dry sounding as his expression remains focused and determined.

Trying his best not to make matters worse, he's once more taken aback by her seductive comments even if he could tell that her tone was also dry. He knows that she's trying to stay under his skin, but he can't help the way his ears fold backward and his brows knit together. A lip rises with a quiet grumble in his chest. "Don' ya ever get tired of that act?" Wilder finally questions, red eyes switching from his task to her face, lips pulling down into a tight line to show that he was getting tired of it so she must be too.

WILDER