Mary shivered slightly at the feeling of being pressed up against him, even with his hot breath on her neck.
"I can be more blunt if you wish," she said as she continued her task. "Are you going to chase me? Because you don't seem terribly adept at flirting."
She liked that back and forth exchange with a man. Since Achilles tended to be a man of few words, she felt at a loss without that dynamic between them.