Wrath tilts his head to the side as he watches her - the way she does not look away, the way she is aware of where his dark gold eyes falls and remembers and wants. He feels too her resentment (a form of anger, impossible for him to not recognize immediately).

A light smirk crosses the very corner of his mouth, which otherwise remains still.

"Are you implying you do not wish to be?"

Yes, she is difficult. He likes that about her - not that he believes she will take it as a compliment at the moment.

"When first we spoke, you contained me in a circle... and left me there for days."