She huffed out an aggrieved sigh when he accused her--again!--of needing babysitting, but somehow managed to hold her tongue... That is, until he nudged at her with the billy club he carried. Nell moved with a swish of her skirts and a swing of her hips.
"And are you sure that's really the stick you want to be poking at me with?" She waggled her eyebrows at him.