"Do you want to watch something interesting? I promised I'd let you watch one." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and winked at her.
She rolled her eyes and pushed his hand away. "I'm watching something that actually matters."
"If you want, I can join the spar and emerge the victor." He teased and she knew that he would do it if she said the word.
"What do you really want, Dairon?" She whispered, looking around and hoping they were not distracting the other spectators.
"Let's go home." He pleaded. "We need to talk."
"I'm not talking about anything with you." She scoffed.
"Can we go back home?" He asked.
"No."
"Then you can't blame me for taking you back home anyways." He threatened with a laugh that she found annoying.
What was wrong with him?