[No, she does not. Besides, she usually feels outgunned. That's why she always fights dirty when she gets a chance. After all, she wouldn't be able to compete with a body like this, would she.]

You ask me to try, and then you ask if I look into trouble. If I didn't know better Halleujah, I'd say you were begging me to try.

[She chuckles; it's a low, content sound, and she peers at him through her eyelashes. Ah. This really is refreshing. She doesn't want to be Allelujah's enemy, thankfully. She liked the man, respected him. Even if there was a part of her that craved to see his face at a sudden betrayal.

She always wanted to see it, after all.]

But the answer is both. You know how it can be.