Terence could feel her gaze on him, even if she wasn't quite herself in that moment, and part of him wanted to shiver. But he kept it together, and instead stepped towards his shirt and slipped it on once she was done with her examination.
When she said she died though, his body went cold for all of two seconds, and his eyes narrowed in her direction. "You're not fucking funny, Melinda Bobbin," he said with a dead serious tone, wanting nothing more than to grab her and shake the stubborn arsehole out of her. But he didn't even think that was possible, and he also knew it was perhaps one of the many reasons he was so drawn to her. But in this moment, it was just pissing him off.
"The fuck is your problem? You still mad at me for stopping you from running off into the woods like a damn idiot? Because if you are, next time I'll make sure not to give a flying fuck about your well being." If she wanted to be a bitch, that was fine. Because Terence was more than capable of being a dick.