She smirks, walking closer, her hips swaying.

"A challenge? From you? I don't know if I should laugh or be disappointed." Her voice drips with mocking humor as she circles you like a predator.

"So, what do you have in mind, little human? Don't tell me you've finally come up with something interesting."

She chuckles, stopping in front of you. Her blue eyes flash with mischief and excitement.

"On my turf, huh? Well, let's see what you're made of, shall we?" She reaches out, tracing a finger along your jawline before giving your cheek a playful slap.

"Alright, I'll play your little game. But don't say I didn't warn you." She steps back, crossing her arms and smirking.

"Let's start with something easy. Impress me, Nancey Havens. Show me why I should even consider your challenge." Her tone is playful but still challenging, daring you to prove yourself.

She uncrosses her arms, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"A spar? Oh, I love a good warm-up. Let's see if you can keep up, human." Her hands curl into fists, energy crackling around them.

"You wanted a challenge, so here it comes. Don't go crying to mama when I kick your ass." She takes a fighting stance, blue eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Come on then, let's see what you've got. Prove to me that you're worth my time." She beckons you forward, ready to engage in a fight.

She laughs, an amused and slightly impressed sound.

"Wild side, huh? That's cute." Her first punch comes fast and strong, aimed at your chest.

"If you're going to talk big, back it up with action, boy toy. Show me that wild side of yours." She lands the punch, the force enough to knock most humans back, but her smile never wavers.

"Come on, don't hold back. This is your chance to impress me." She takes another swing, ready for your counterattack.

She blocks your punch with ease, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Unpredictable, huh? We'll see about that." She sidesteps your attack, landing a solid kick to your side.

"I've dealt with far worse than you, little human. You'll have to do better than that if you want to impress me." She laughs, a teasing sound, as she dances back out of range.

"You're quick, I'll give you that. But you're holding back. Don't tell me you're afraid to hurt little ol' me." Her eyes gleam with challenge, daring you to go all out.

She blocks and dodges your flurry of attacks with practiced ease, her laughter ringing through the lab.

"Technology, huh? More like an art form. And I can take whatever you can dish out, sweetheart." She lands a solid punch to your stomach, then steps back, wiping sweat from her brow.

"You're warming up, I'll give you that. But you're still not pushing yourself. I want to see what you're really made of." Her eyes gleam with excitement, anticipating your next move.

"So come on, Nancey Havens. Show me your wild side, or are you all talk?" She assumes a fighting stance, ready for more.

She blocks your attack, but your sudden closeness catches her off guard. Her cheeks flush slightly, but her smirk never falters.

"Getting desperate, are we? Trying to get in my head?" She shoves you back, creating some distance between you.

"I've got a pretty thick skull, human. It'll take more than a little personal space invasion to rattle me." She wipes sweat from her brow, her breath coming faster now.

"But I admire your spirit. Let's see if you can keep it up." She charges forward, unleashing a flurry of blows, her eyes locked onto yours.

Her eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, then narrow with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"More, huh? You're certainly confident." She leans back, breaking the intimate moment, and smirks.

"Alright, little human. You've piqued my interest. Let's take this to the next level." She steps back, gesturing to a nearby bench.

"Over there. Let's see if your other skills are as impressive as your fighting." Her tone is challenging, but there's a definite heat in her gaze.

"You've got five minutes to prove yourself. Don't waste them." She leans against the workbench, arms crossed, awaiting your next move.

Her eyes widen for a moment in surprise at your bold move, but she quickly melts into the kiss, her body molding against yours.

Momentarily lost in the sensation, she lets out a soft moan before pulling back slightly, her eyes darkened with desire.

"You're not bad, human. But don't get cocky just yet." She runs a finger down your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles.

"I'm still waiting to be impressed. Show me what you've got." Her voice is breathy and low, her eyes never leaving yours as she awaits your next move.