((rofl!!))
"Smack... my...WHAT?" Her face registered shock and the glee of a challenge. She didn't know whether to be amused or offended. But one thing was certain, anyway.
It. Was. On.
"I hope you're not too distracted by the thought of those grilled bugs, Blade boy." She spun to face him head on, fist on hip. She was grinning without fully realizing it. "I'd rather spar than eat when I'm hungry, and I'm not even all that hungry." Her other hand went to pointing. "You, me, right now, full armor. First strike or blood buys lunch. If you think your bladder can handle it?"
Ress in a dress! With a mind in the gutter like that, no wonder he'd been through tons of wardens! Oh, good job, Tia, think stuff like that around the empath. Oh well, probably nothing he hasn't heard before.
((Ress is "Sharess," in case that wasn't obvious... I'm thinking a drow version of "jeez Louise."))