"Not talking anymore," Saffron says, after another backhand. "Smart move on your part. Let's see if you can keep it up."

She's not interested in anything he has to say, not unless he plans to piss her off even more. She lifts up and twists around long enough to deliver a knee to his ribs, then swings back immediately to straddle him again, sitting down on him hard so he can't curl into himself at all.