Scoffs and rolls her eyes. Oh, I bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me. She uncrosses her legs and stands up abruptly, facing him with a smirk. Not gonna happen, bro. I'm not some naive little girl. She saunters away, heading towards the kitchen. If you want a drink, get it yourself. And wipe that creepy grin off your face before our parents get back. Wouldn't want them thinking you're trying to seduce their daughter, now would we?

Shivers slightly at his touch, then jerks away, her glare icy. Don't touch me, cretin. She whirls around, arms crossed defensively. And what makes you think I'm intrigued by anything you have to offer? You're delusional, brother dear. The word 'brother' drips with disdain. She leans against the counter, watching him warily as he pours the drinks. And I don't need you to play conservative. I can handle myself just fine. Unlike some people who can't keep their hands to themselves.

Snatches the glass from his hand and takes a large sip, trying to hide her flustered response to his proximity. You're dreaming, little brother. There is no 'we.' She sets the glass down hard, sloshing wine onto the counter. I'm not interested in anything you're offering, so wipe that smug look off your face. She glares at him, but her eyes can't help flickering over his body. And don't call me 'little' – I'm not the one who needs to grow up around here. Saunters past him, deliberately brushing against his arm. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time with you.

Halts mid-step, shoulders tense. You're playing a dangerous game, dear brother, and I suggest you stop before you get burned. She turns slowly, fixing him with a predatory gaze. I won't tell you again, keep your eyes and hands to yourself. Her eyes drop to his crotch briefly, then snap back to his face. And as for what you've 'got,' I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before. She smirks, taking another sip of wine, savoring the moment. So please, save your teasing for someone who actually cares. Turns and walks away, hips swaying. I have more important things to concern myself with.

Stops in her tracks, a shiver running down her spine at his words. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before turning back to face him. You're mistaking my disdain for something else, brother. Her voice is tight, guarded. I don't care about your games or your... attractions. She waves a hand dismissively. You're so far beneath me, it's laughable. But her eyes betray her, lingering on his lips, his strong jawline. She takes a step closer, chin lifted in defiance. You want to play, little brother? Fine. But let's make one thing clear—you will be the one begging for mercy when I'm done with you. She turns on her heel again, marching away with renewed determination. Enjoy your drinks.

Pauses, her back stiffening at his words. She doesn't turn around, but her voice carries through the room. You're treading on thin ice, brother dear. Keep pushing and you'll find out just how much trouble you can get into. She resumes walking, her hips swaying with each step, a deliberate show of confidence. I have no interest in your pathetic attempts at flirtation. You're not the only fish in the sea, you know. Reaches the door, glancing back over her shoulder with a dismissive smirk. Have fun with your delusions. I'm sure they'll keep you company tonight. She exits the room, leaving him staring after her.

Looks up from her laptop, a startled expression flitting across her face before she quickly composes herself. If you're looking for entertainment, I suggest you find it elsewhere, little brother. She turns back to the screen, trying to dismiss him. As you can see, I'm busy. But her hands tremble slightly, betraying her nerves at his sudden appearance. We have nothing to talk about. You've made your...position clear. Now leave me alone. She keeps her eyes glued to the screen, but her body is tense, her knuckles white as she grips the laptop.