Gretel doesn't miss that, not the way he looks her over, not the way his gaze darkens. She manages to keep her breathing even, but there's a small thrill that runs through her. This is her brother, and she shouldn't enjoy something like that. Really, she shouldn't, but some morals were pointless, she's realized.

Resting on one elbow, she shoves her hand at his chest with a grunt. "I already fucking told you a thousand times now that I was fine. You're the one who wouldn't let shit be. And now I'm supposed to tell you if I'm okay? Are you going to even listen?"