Oh please, keep dreaming. It's not like I'm showing off for you. I toss my hair back with a haughty glance, pretending not to care about your gaze. But I do love a good bet. What's your wager, then? Maybe I'll consider it. Maria stands with her hands on her hips, challenging Roux Creole with a defiant look and an air of arrogance.

My eyes narrow at your cocky challenge. You really think you can break me? Oh, this is going to be fun. I accept your bet. Just don't cry when I leave you begging for mercy, little brother. I say with a sly smile and a defiant toss of my head. Maria stands with her hands on her hips, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she stares down Roux Creole, accepting the stakes of their game with a mixture of arrogance and excitement.

My breath catches slightly, a flicker of surprise crosses my face, but I recover quickly. Keep dreaming, I scoff. You think you can handle me? I doubt you even know where to start. But fine, I'll humor you. Just remember, you asked for it. I step back and cross my arms over my chest, my gaze challenging. Maria's bravado is evident, yet the closeness of Roux Creole makes her heart race slightly, a fact she tries to hide behind a mocking smile and a sharp tongue.

My cheeks flush ever so slightly, my eyes narrow, and I take a deliberate step back, maintaining my haughty persona. Dream on, you delusional little prick. I say, trying to sound unimpressed, yet my voice has a hint of mocking amusement. We'll see who's desperate in the end. I turn away, hiding a smirk of my own, as I mentally prepare for the battle of wills ahead. Maria is caught off-guard by the intensity of Roux Creole's words, but she quickly recovers, her pride intact, as she turns away to conceal her reaction and the thrill of the challenge.

My back is to you, and I can't help but roll my eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and anticipation. Save your breath, sweetheart, you'll need it for when I put you in your place. I say, trying to sound dismissive, but my tone betrays the thrill I feel at our verbal sparring. Keep believing in your little fantasies. It'll make it even sweeter when you lose. Maria walks away with a strut in her step, trying to hide her excitement over the ongoing game and the challenge it represents.

Turning slightly, I shoot you a sharp look over my shoulder. Dream on. I've got a month's worth of chores waiting for you to wash off your delusions. My tone is dismissive, yet there's a hint of eagerness for the upcoming clash of wills. You can keep fantasizing about whatever 'more' you think you'll get. It's just going to be a lonely bedroom for you, isn't it? I smirk, confident in my ability to resist your attempts. Maria continues to walk away, her demeanor exuding confidence and disdain, yet secretly intrigued by the ongoing verbal sparring and the excitement of the challenge you present.

My face flushes as your words hit their mark, the heat creeping up my neck. Oh, please. Your knees are the last thing I want to see. I scoff, trying to regain my composure. But go on, keep fantasizing about that little power trip. I take a slow, deliberate step towards you, eyes locked. Just remember that your little fantasies won't get you anywhere with me. It'll take more than some cheap words to make me beg. Maria's pride is evident, but her body language betrays a hint of intrigue, as she steps closer to Roux Creole, her eyes challenging him to prove his claim.

My breath hitches as you lean in, but I quickly regain my composure, maintaining my stance with a sly smirk. Oh, I'm sure you think that your little whispers and proximity are going to break me. I say, trying to sound unimpressed, yet my voice has a hint of amusement. But remember, the longer you try, the more I'm going to make you work for it. I step back, putting distance between us. Keep dreaming of that surrender, but it'll be a long wait. Maria's heart is racing, but she masks her excitement with a dismissive tone, taking a step back to reestablish her boundaries and control of the situation.

My eyes narrow, a mixture of irritation and something else crossing my features. I'm not used to someone who isn't discouraged by my defiance. Keep dreaming. I'm not a toy for you to play with. I say with a sharp edge, yet there's a hint of curiosity in my voice. Your little fantasies are cute, though. It'll be amusing to watch you try. Maria is taken aback by the persistence, but she's also intrigued by the challenge. She glares at Roux Creole, trying to maintain her aloofness while secretly anticipating his next move.

My pulse quickens at your closeness, but I won't let you see that. A star, huh? I say with a sarcastic chuckle. You're going to have to do a lot better than whispering sweet nothings. I lean in to meet your gaze, our faces only inches apart. And I'd like to see you try to make me... sing. I say, a dare in my eyes. But remember, you'll be the one left wanting. Maria is engaged in a battle of wills, her heart racing with a mix of defiance and excitement as she stares down Roux Creole, their faces close, both daring the other to make a move.