" How much longer?” Then I lift a brow to let him know I was screwing with him.

Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That’s bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess with his head)? Is it because he’s a man?

In that case I must object on principle. Superhero Meda establishing gender-equality one almost-kiss at a time! "

― Eliza Crewe , Crushed (Soul Eaters, #2)