She raised her eyebrows at him in an 'Oh, so thats how its gonna be?' Way. "Screw you." She huffed playfully, pretending to bite at his arm. "Its like you want me to hurt you." She teased, swatting his elbow away. "Youre only about 7 or 8 inches taller than me, ass." She huffed poutily.

He recoiled his arm. "Shit- you biter," He grinned. He brushed off his arm playfully. "I mean, you'd think I'd have learned by now that you have hurt me or been present every time that we meet." He giggled. "Only? Looking at you is gonna give me neck problems." He elbowed her again.

Kitty snapped her teeth at him sarcastically. "Be afraid." She teased. She shrugged and flipped her hair dramatically, promptly whipping him across the arm with it. "I know, im like a drug. You just can't get enough, even if it hurts." She mocked, but she could barely keep a straight face through it. She gave him an insulted look. "I know im blindingly beautiful, but if your poor neck is suffering, by all means, keep your eyes up there in the clouds. If it really bothers you that I'm this short, you can carry me around, dipshit." She said sarcastically, giving him a gentle shove.

He looked up and down where she'd hit him with her hair. "Ow." He could barely keep his compossure as well. He narrowed his eyes, a smile growing on his face. "Very brave of you, so far you've insulted me twice." He grinned. "I don't know if I could, being a prince and all i wouldn't want to hurt myself." He gave her an evil look.

"Thats one word for it. Another would be stupid, but brave is much more appealing." Kitty said sarcastically, glaring up at him. "Well, im all about that sense of self-preservation, but it sounds like you're just... weak. Or a wimp." She shrugged coolly, still being entirely sarcastic.

He narrowed his eyes at her again. "I mean, maybe." He teased, giggling playfully at her. "Thaaat is so mean. Do you truly wanna find out in that skirt of yours?" He poised slightly, threateningly. He would. Probably could.

Kitty looked up at him warily. "...I didn't think about that. But this isn't over." She huffed, cautiously grabbing the hem of her skirt and scooching it down a bit, mockingly. "So, how long are you in France for?" She asked nonchalantly. Totally uninterested. Completely selfless reasons for asking.

He grinned at her, standing up straighter. Clearly giving her an I told you so glance. He looked back at her. "I wasn't really planning to stay, but as long as I'm back before the English tournament..I can stay as long as I want." He said, shrugging.

"Well, when were you planning on heading back?" She asked curiously, looking down at her fingers as she fiddled with them.

"I was just going to go straight back to England, why?" He wasn't really catching, mostly curious as to why she was acting so..coy?