Bébhinn quirked a brow and looked into his eyes. He either didn't care that he glowed, or he didn't know. She was leaning toward the first. But the second was just as likely. She scowled when he said he wouldn't arm himself against her.
"You think I'm easy?" Bébhinn was a warrior. She'd always been a warrior. Her fingers slid down her side and touched the tomahawk absently, as if checking that it were still there.
She didn't know whether she should be angry. Something said she shouldn't. If he didn't want to kill her than he probably didn't want to fight her. So arming himself wouldn't be a thought. But if he thought she would be easy to kill he was mistaken.
Champion of a Goddess or not. Bébhinn thought that she would put up quite a fight.