Diha's mind went quiet.
What was he trying to say?
She opened and closed her mouth as his words replayed themselves a dozen times.
"Oh." She blinked at him, some of the meaning finally sinking into her abused brain.
One brow arched and Miles chuckled. "Oh?"
"What am I supposed to say?" She waved her hands, unsure what she should do with any part of her body right now. "I don't know what this part is."
"What was the last part of your sentence?"
"What sentence?"
"I quote, I'm going to need you to kiss me or...?"
Diha's jaw dropped and her mind went blank.
"Or what?" Miles asked.
He was most definitely smiling at her now, and unless she was mistaken, he was enjoying her discomfort. That realization sparked her anger. She was done being the butt of jokes.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared back at him, channeling a bit of Zora for confidence. "I don't know what I was going to say. It was the heat of the moment."