"What kind of comment is that? You're not that bad. Unless you have a massive heap of skeletons in your closet." Which for some odd reason he would not be surprised if she had a whole graveyard.
Yet when that emerald gaze lingered upon him, trailing along his form, hot needles practically prickled at his skin. He didn't need to wonder in curiosity if she found him attractive. One could call his certainty arrogance while another could call it common sense, but he assumed that she also knew how alluring and sexy she, herself, appeared to others. "And when's the last brawl you were in?" The emphasize upon the word alluded to another connotation.