give a good girl bad habits

His first words would be to compliment her on her name. She didn't care if he liked her name or not, or if he found it to be pretty. All the matter was he looked the same. He finally took note of her expression and he shrank away. His ears pinned and he stepped back, but he had nowhere to go. She would take a step forward, towering over him. His would ask a string of questions, trying desperately to know why she was suddenly so upset. But she was anything but. "Who are you?" She would bark the demand in a low voice, her gaze constantly raking his face and occasionally the rest of him. She remained utterly calm, allowing him to think that she was deeply upset by something. Her heart beat rhythmically against her chest, her emerald gaze narrowing upon his face. "Where did you come from?" She would drill him with questions, not once explaining why she was asking these questions. She would take another step forward, bringing them nearly nose to nose, close enough that her breath could wash over his face. He had no where to run, she stood between him and his escape, unless he decided to go for a swim, but then she would be tempted to simply drown him with her larger size.

"Burn Baby Burn"