[ He doesn't look impressed. He doesn't stop smiling, either, but there's no widening in acknowledgment of her joking. (She's probably joking. She has to be joking. A human cannot be The Most Attractive Warden; surely there is an elf Warden somewhere, who automatically wins.) She wiggles her eyebrows; he nods, like he's making some sort of decision, and takes a swing at her face.
He's actually very good at punching people, for the record. It's his thing. If he meant to genuinely hurt her, for fun or for profit, he'd do a better job of it, starting with brass knuckles. But as it is, it's meant as a message more than a blow, an open swing with no disarming or distracting jabs as preface, bareknuckled, aimed upward for her jaw. ]
[ Kaisa lets him have the hit, because he's from Kirkwall, because he's a small elf, and because it takes balls to sucker punch someone who could twist you like a pretzel and drop you off at a bakery if she was so inclined. She takes the hit like someone who knows how to take hits (because you have to train newbies somehow, and because sometimes Kaisa does things that deserves getting hit and she fesses up to her mistakes). Her face moves with his face, and she takes a step back with it, so she doesn't get knocked off balance. Of course, it may just make things worse to obviously let him hit her without protest, but hey, maybe he'll appreciate it. Taking a hit she figures is owed is about the extent of Kaisa's diplomacy skills. ]
Duly noted. You got that out of your system, now?
[ She says it calmly, hand feeling where his fist landed. Her legs move as she turns to speak to him, subtly preparing for a more direct brawl if it's needed. He got his one free punch, and if he tries anything else, she'll have to deal with him. She isn't smiling anymore, but she still looks perfectly placid, still in control of the situation. ]
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He's actually very good at punching people, for the record. It's his thing. If he meant to genuinely hurt her, for fun or for profit, he'd do a better job of it, starting with brass knuckles. But as it is, it's meant as a message more than a blow, an open swing with no disarming or distracting jabs as preface, bareknuckled, aimed upward for her jaw. ]
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Duly noted. You got that out of your system, now?
[ She says it calmly, hand feeling where his fist landed. Her legs move as she turns to speak to him, subtly preparing for a more direct brawl if it's needed. He got his one free punch, and if he tries anything else, she'll have to deal with him. She isn't smiling anymore, but she still looks perfectly placid, still in control of the situation. ]