"Yes but it was me and not you." It wasn't much of a counter but she felt justified all the same. Her pout wasn't relenting nor was that flush that crept over her lips. "And I didn't choke on my hair." She choked on the water where her hair happened to be.

Freya shook her head before she lightly placed her fist on his chest. It looked as if she was getting ready to punch him but the threat was silent.

"Why do my and others make you smile?" She asked, not wanting to tell him what she'd been thinking of.