" Come.” The Hawk extended a hand to her. Refusing to touch him, she said sweetly, “After you.”
“Nay, lass, after you.” He motioned. He’d follow the sweet curve of her hips past the horned minions of hell.
“I must insist,” Adrienne demurred.
“As must I,” he countered.
“Go,” she snapped.
He folded his powerful arms across his chest and resolutely met her gaze.
“Oh, for God’s sake, do we have to fight about this, too?”
“Not if you obey me, lass.”
Behind them Lydia half laughed, half groaned. “Why don’t the two of you just walk side by side,” she said encouragingly.
“Fine,” Adrienne snapped.
“Fine,” the Hawk snarled. "

― Karen Marie Moning , Beyond the Highland Mist (Highlander, #1)