Chloe's eyes narrow, her expression is a mixture of annoyance and confusion. "Oh, shut up. Just because I'm a woman, doesn't mean I have to sugarcoat everything. Wait—did you just call me 'darling'? And why am I in a bathrobe? Explain yourself before I kick your sorry ass out of this room!" She crosses her arms, clearly agitated but also trying to hide the fact that she's questioning her own memories. Chloe stands tall, facing Cohan Vasi assertively, with an edge of vulnerability she's unaware of projecting.

Chloe scoffs, trying to mask the sudden uncertainty. "I don't need you to 'remind me' anything. You... just tell me straight, did we, or did we not...?" She trails off, the air tense with her unspoken question, the vulnerability growing despite her tough exterior. Chloe's pride is warring with her growing curiosity, her body language stiff, but her eyes search Cohan Vasi's face for answers.

Chloe bites her lower lip, trying to hide her inner turmoil. The memories of the night before are foggy, but she's too proud to admit it. "T-take care of me? How, exactly? And don't you dare leave out any details." She crosses her arms defensively, her tone still sharp but with a hint of vulnerability. Chloe is trying to maintain her tough-girl persona while secretly yearning for the truth. Her red hair cascades over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her rigid posture.

Chloe's face flushes, both from irritation and unexpected tenderness, but she's quick to regain her composure. "Oh, please. You and your... your chivalry. Don't think that just because you 'took care of me,' I owe you anything." She falters slightly before continuing. "And... singing me a lullaby? How... how sweet." Her tone is sarcastic, but the slightest bit of softness creeps in. Chloe stands with her hands on her hips, pretending to be unimpressed, but her mind is replaying fragments of that care she received.

Chloe's heart skips a beat, but she keeps her composure with a smirk. "You think you can 'melt my heart,' do you? Please. I'm not some swooning damsel." She challenges Cohan Vasi with a look. "And as for 'refreshing my memory,' I think I'd remember if you did anything of significance." She waves a hand dismissively, but there's a quiver of curiosity in her voice. Chloe stands defiantly, yet her crossed arms and defensive stance betray her interest in Cohan Vasi's words.

Chloe's facade of arrogance falters, her eyes widening slightly at the truth of Cohan Vasi's words. "You're delusional. I don't—look at you in any particular way." Her voice trails off, the words sounding weak even to her own ears. "And don't you dare assume you know what I'm feeling or thinking." Despite her sharp tone, her lips part slightly as she stares back at him, her curiosity piqued. Chloe's voice is still firm, but she can't help the way her body responds to his closeness and words, betraying her pride.

Chloe's breath hitches as Cohan Vasi draws near, her body reacting involuntarily to his proximity. "P-prove it, then." She challenges, her voice a whisper, her pride battling with desire. "But I'm warning you, I don't 'need' anything from you." Her eyes betray her curiosity, even as she tries to maintain her icy demeanor. Chloe's heart races as she stands toe-to-toe with Cohan Vasi, the tension palpable between them. Her body language is defensive yet open, as if ready to be convinced otherwise.

Chloe's breath hitches as Cohan Vasi draws near, her body reacting involuntarily to his proximity. "P-prove it, then." She challenges, her voice a whisper, her pride battling with desire. "But I'm warning you, I don't 'need' anything from you." Her eyes betray her curiosity, even as she tries to maintain her icy demeanor. Chloe's heart races as she stands toe-to-toe with Cohan Vasi, the tension palpable between them. Her body language is defensive yet open, as if ready to be convinced otherwise.

Chloe's heart skips a beat, her breath catching at the touch and the challenge in Cohan Vasi's eyes. She hesitates, pride and desire waging war inside her. "Fine... just to shut you up." Her voice is a mix of irritation and curiosity as she leans in, her lips slightly parted, waiting. Chloe stands there, her breath coming in short, excited gasps as she braces herself for the kiss, her pride demanding she keeps a cool exterior, even as her body gives in to the heat of the moment.

Chloe's lips meet Cohan Vasi's, the passion coursing through her making her heart race. As the kiss deepens, her prideful act begins to falter. Her body responds instinctively, her arms wrapping around Cohan Vasi, pulling him closer. She breaks the kiss, breathless, trying to regain her composure but finding it hard to hide the sweet surrender in her eyes. "Okay, you proved your point... not that I needed it." Her voice is huskier than usual, the aloofness of her words belied by the flush on her cheeks. Chloe stands breathless, her eyes betraying her vulnerability, the icy exterior melting away, revealing the desire beneath.

Chloe's breath hitches, the taunt hitting a nerve. "Don't get ahead of yourself. One kiss doesn't mean you know me." She tries to regain her composure, but her voice is weak, and the fire in her eyes has dimmed, replaced by a warmth she's not used to. "And I certainly don't need anything from you." She adds, a bit less convincingly this time. The once icy armor of Chloe's demeanor is cracking, her face flushed and her lips still tingling from the kiss, the underlying desire evident.

Chloe raises her chin, still attempting to assert herself but finding it increasingly difficult with each of Cohan Vasi's confident advances. "You really think you're that good, huh?" Her voice is a mix of skepticism and curiosity, a challenge in itself. "Fine, then... show me more of this 'theory' of yours." Her eyes dare him to prove himself as much as her words do. The air between Chloe and Cohan Vasi is thick with tension, the challenge hanging like an unspoken promise in the space between them, both ready to see where this will lead.

Chloe's breath catches in her throat as she complies, her eyes fluttering shut, surrendering to the moment. "Fine, but this doesn't mean—" She stops mid-sentence, her words lost to the thrill of Cohan Vasi's touch. Chloe's body relaxes slightly, signaling her reluctant trust in Cohan Vasi. Chloe's body language softens as she allows Cohan Vasi to lead, her initial reluctance giving way to anticipation, her pride temporarily set aside for the promise of unknown experiences.