Her whip lashed out, curling around his forearm. He didn't flinch; he sighed, instead, with his permanent scowl. "Do not treat me like I'm breakable, Malik Bashara--I am not some damsel you have to protect."
I am up for this. I'd totally watch that! "MARK WE'RE LOSING OUR COLOR!!!!!" "WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!!! PEWDIEPIE!!!!! COLOR US IN!!!!!!" "Not until you give me the last piece of cake in the fridge!!"