The line of his gaze non-discreetly shifted down to her figure, following the curvature of her bust down to the extension of her slim legs with a rising smirk. "You carry the air of a troublemaker." Finally his eyes averted back to hers. Any normal person could detect the dangerous side about her. The snide comments, challenge in every sentence, boastful speech, and even her appearance. He wondered how many men actually were intrigued by it, and not intimidated. "A warning? I find it interesting that out of all the people I could have talked to, it was you. Mainly because I don't like Irish folks. The fact that you're different from most of them, doesn't seem so much as a warning."