Watching her from a relatively safe distance, Jughead's focus was on those wings. His more tactical nature could already plot out at least five different ways she could use them to escape, which he refused to let happen. He was going to have to strike hard and fast when the time came.
She looked distracted but like she was resolved to do this on her terms, which was kind of a turn on.
Wanting to laugh at how frustrated she seemed, Jughead bit down on his inner cheek. She was baiting him, trying to get him to give away his location or force his hand. And while it was true that she most likely could fuck him up on a normal day, this wasn't a normal day for Jughead. Sure, he had no idea what either of their current gifts were truly capable of, but there was only one real way to find out.
Waiting until she began to move, he quietly fell into step alongside her, still somewhat obscured by the trees.