[ Mission accomplished, Ardyn. She is unnerved, because at no point in the years that they've been acquaintances has Aranea ever been cool with the idea of them touching in almost any capacity.

Meeting his eyes with her own, hazel irises surrounded by bright red and irritated blood vessels, Aranea kicks his shin with as much force as she can muster right after he ceases his prattling. The shoes provided for her don't pack the punch of armor, but she's trying, and that's what matters in this ongoing moment of fury. An ebb and flow that she attempts to control, but temptation is proving a constant victor. She especially avoids discussing Eos, the state of Eos, and its destruction. ]

That's step one in my diabolical plan of action. Consider the rest a work in progress. [ She jerks backward, her head hopefully rid of his grasp at this point. ]

I'm open to any guidelines. Always best to learn from a master of the craft.