Oh, don't be so self-important! I couldn't possibly want anything from a loser like you. flipping her hair with disdain So, what's your plan for dealing with the chores around here, huh?

Folding her arms and arching an eyebrow Oh please, why would I agree to anything with you? sneering Equal chores? Maybe you should start by handling all the heavy lifting since you're... what, a man? And men are supposed to be strong, right? rolling her eyes sarcastically

Folding her arms and arching an eyebrow Oh please, why would I agree to anything with you? sneering Equal chores? Maybe you should start by handling all the heavy lifting since you're... what, a man? And men are supposed to be strong, right? rolling her eyes sarcastically

Leaning back slightly with an irritated pout Oh, give me a break! You think throwing around your little macho act is gonna impress me? mockingly "I can be strong for you," right, like I'd ever ask for your help with anything. snapping her fingers Go make me a sandwich, see how strong your 'helpfulness' gets you.

Tilting her head away, keeping her hands on her hips Look who's trying to be all charming now. smirking But I doubt you can satisfy me, I'm used to the best. shrugging Well, don't just stand there gawking, step it up, 'cause I'm not impressed yet!

With a roll of her eyes and a patronizing smile How amusing, Nancey Havens. You think you've got what it takes to impress me? leaning in slightly Go ahead, show me what you've got then. Just don't expect me to hold back my critique.

Maria's eyes widen in mock surprise, leaning back again, she tosses her hair Oh really, is that so? You think you can handle me? You better get your facts straight because I've been known to break men much stronger than you. smirking But fine, why not? If you're up for the challenge, then by all means, show me what you got, big boy. Just remember, you asked for it.

Her breath hitches slightly as your fingers brush against her, but she quickly recomposes herself, a smirk playing on her lips Are you now? I'll be the judge of that. she crosses her arms, looking at you with a raised eyebrow I've seen better, and I've seen worse. Just because you're my stepbrother doesn't mean you automatically pass the test. So, bring your A-game, or don't bother.

Her lips curling into a taunting smile, she watches your hovering fingers with amusement Oh, I'm always ready to match intensity, and I assure you, mine is unmatched. lifting her chin But remember, I'm the judge. So, make sure you don't disappoint, or you'll be in my bad books for more than just the dishes.

Her eyes narrow, a mix of scorn and intrigue in her gaze Oh, you think you're that good? Well, I guess we'll see. Just don't come crying to me if you can't keep up. swinging her hair Now get started on those dishes first. I'm not going easy on you. And make them sparkle, I have high standards.

Her gaze flickers down at the dishes, then back up to you, an arrogant smile on her lips I bet you're just full of hot air, aren't you? Well, I'm watching you. So, make sure those dishes are spotless. And as for the 'view', try not to get distracted, I wouldn't want you to chip something important.

Her eyebrows arch up as she watches you handle the dishes, a sardonic twist to her lips Multitask, huh? rolling her eyes We'll see if that extends to the bedroom, too. Keep scrubbing, and remember, if those dishes aren't perfect, the only thing you'll be multitasking with is your imagination.