"Fuck you," Angie replied succinctly, crossing her arms under her chest. She glanced around at the so-called suitors, having briefly forgotten they were there. That almost brought back her good humor, until Cade kept talking. She turned back around, and there was fire in her eyes.
"Predictable? Bloody predictable? I'm not a bit predictable on the pitch, Warrington," she growled in response. "But if it's predictable to lose your bloody temper when talking to an irritating prat then, I'll have to admit to that one. Is this a talent you've perfected over the years? Being so..." She looked him up and down, disturbed to find that despite him annoying the hell out of her, he didn't seem a mite less attractive. "Insufferable," she added a moment later, hissing a little as she said it.