432 words in total. And they're arging already.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, one eyebrow quirking up slightly. “Not like you to be so considerate. What’ve you done now?”
Bristling visibly, Aralelle snapped, “nothing, you bastard.”
He laughed. That was another sound she couldn’t get used to; the laugh that was as rare as hen’s teeth. “You really haven’t changed.”
“Go hang yourself, darling.”