Psylocke clicked her tongue, never once letting her eyes stray from Gambit. Wasn't exactly hard when a.) you were in mid-battle, and b.) he was gorgeous; it was both beneficial and enjoyable. She was more than glad for calling on him now, feeling much better than she had less than half an hour ago. He kept sneaking those damn smiles and it made it hard to continue holding onto any ounce of anger she had within her.
She rolled her eyes at his words, ready to shoot her mouth off when the kinetic pebble struck her hand, causing her to loose her hold on his weapons. Psylocke hissed at the sharp, but short lived, pain, kicking his cards away to make it harder on him to gather them all at once. At the same time, she shadow ported behind him, leaping onto his back (a feat within itself considering the damn dress) and bit his neck. Nothing hard enough to drawn blood, mind you it was more a move to turn him on; pay back for his seductive stupid smiles.