[[Oh are there words biting at the back of her throat at that comment - at that word - but she's not drunk enough nor stupid enough to say them. She grits her teeth instead, snorting and balling her hands into fists. Her eyes narrow, glaring down her nose at him.

There is a small part of her that wants to start shit. Push him a little, either physically or verbally, but damn the mention of Karkat reminds her that she shouldn't. There's that silent pact of 'you don't touch him, he won't touch you' and she should really abide by it.

If only for Karkat's sake.]]

Lucksh my department. And I don't need you telling me shomething like that for any reason. Because yur not that intimnidating and Karkat knows exactly how I feel about him. So fuck you.

[[...that made sense, right? She's pretty sure it did.]]