Aggravating, frustrating man! She wanted to box his ears or slap him or something equally disciplinarian. She wanted to bend him over her knee and…

She ground her teeth. That was not how she wanted to do anything but she was at a loss as to how to proceed. He had her, he had her hooked with his baited words and his hinted at clues. She was worried and curious and she knew that if he walked out that door into the warm sunshine of the day and she lingered behind that it would plague her, eat at her until she knew even less peace than she knew now. 

She wanted to find some way to take the victory from him. She wanted some way where she could do what she felt she had to do, without giving in to him and his goading words. But she could come up with nothing. Not a single word or plan of action that would get her what she wanted on all fronts. She had lost control of this scene and the fact that he hadn’t done up his damn shirt was only adding to the chaos. She was too open, too raw to be reasonable. Had he been made to distract her? Was this his only purpose? To flash that grin and unsettle her so badly she couldn’t even think?

With a snarl she stepped into the doorway, her well-honed reflexes making the move as fast as it was graceful, an assassin’s lunge. She flanked him and took the one bit of control she could from the situation. 

Her nimble fingers took hold of his shirt, flying over the front, pushing button after button into the place it belonged, as each inch of his flesh was hidden from her sight she felt cold calm returning in small measure. She was furious still, but she was in control of something. Something small perhaps but it was enough. 

She watched her fingers work and spoke in a tight, angry voice that still dripped with honey, the spice of fury somehow making it even sweeter.

“I will come with you, but I think you will find the Captain is as much a fan of plain-speech as I. You will need to be clear with him and cease these absurd games.”

The last button was done, hiding more flesh than he was wont to hide and she felt her shoulders sag in relief before she gestured for him to proceed her.

“Go.” She said. “Find him, I will follow.”