Oh. He was enjoying that a little too much. She rolled her eyes dramatically, not really annoyed with that fact. More annoyed with the fact that it drew her in even more. She was trying to pull away. To return the femme-fatale she had been before Thor. Before the Robot.
She did return his cheeky smile. Her arms crossed over her chest, as she slowly closed the gap between them. "You shouldn't be surprised. I remember a couple of months ago you doing the same thing, enough so that I fell on my face." Bryn dropped her arms from across her chest as she closed in on his personal space. She wanted to be the distraction damn it. And he was like a drug. Or flame. And she enjoyed the fact that the height her shoes gave her made being nose to nose with him easy, it felt powerful, and intoxicating. "And at my club. In Atlanta." And in between. When she knocked, and he answered. "Besides, I had wanted to be distracted."