<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla laughed at him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You wish that's what I was after.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she smirked playfully. She was definitely in her element here, much more relaxed, even with the pseudo-sexual overtones of their conversation. She swore a little under her breath as she was shoved off him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Besides. You keep pushing me away. What’s a girl to think?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she smirked, before coming at him once more, going for his right shoulder intending to duck behind him as he moved to block.</span>