Wrath tilts his head to the side, seeing the challenge in her gaze and in her stance. She has yet to back away and neither has he despite how often his gaze lingers back upon her mouth. He does take interest in her question - the gold black of his eyes flicking to life with interest at the question.

Because she can't trust him? Because she doesn't want to stay away from him?

It is difficult to say the reasons why. He doubts she would admit to the truth of it. There's still the animosity between them - their recent fight still stings within his chest should he recall it as does the memory of what it felt like to know she'd sold her soul to Pride.

He leans in, meeting her refusal to move with a challenge of his own: voice warm against her ear. Being so near to her is near maddening in the way his desire beats at the cage within his chest, but he keeps it carefully locked away.

"...keeping tabs on me?"