After that, I got off the couch with my cup and just barely dodged O'lee's foot; she stuck out to try and trip me. I looked down at her, and she had a mischievous grin on her face, but her cheeks were also flushed purple.
"Are you trying to start a fight with me now?" I grinned down at O'lee, making her blush more, proving it wasn't the drink.
What was with this woman?
"You are supposed to hit her back if you don't like her or ignore her. That is Orc customs, but you made a saucy comment back, which is almost as bad as describing cake to me," Breya pointed out.
"We should fight. You are strong," O'lee said to me, but I wasn't in the mood to fight again; plus, I was too gassed from stopping the Holy Beholder, but I didn't want to turn her down either.
"What about an arm wrestle? We can see who is stronger in this, and another day we can fight, okay?" I asked, but O'lee gave me a strange look.
"What is this?" She asked, and I looked over at Asha.