That he was sure he had an answer for everything was infuriating, really. His high-handed attitude grated on her nerves regularly. He was picky and difficult and he always had to have the last word in everything, always. Conceited and arrogant and troublesome and secretive and mistrustful and often intentionally obtuse. There were so, so many reasons that Elia should have wanted nothing to do with him.
But. There was also something about him that pulled at all of her senses. Kennet's secrets were somehow more interesting than most, and because was so high-handed the flickers of respect that he gave her were much more appreciated. At the very least, all his troublesome rules made her work harder to get around them. He was challenging, one of few really challenging things that she had found, and she was too stubborn not to win.
"Management doesn't count," she muttered, wrinkling her nose. "I am tired. But there's no point in being angry with you now; you're acting like yourself. Difficult and secretive and vaguely offensive, as usual." It didn't escape her that the exact same description could be applied to her.