Still smiling, she steps forward to meet him, and just like that, she's grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him, shoving his face into the building. It may hurt, but he'll survive.

"Thank you, Poison. I really wish you could tell me that without making a huge show like I'm a piece of meat."

She leans into him, the move pressing his arm further up his back, adding a dash of pain. Her voice is almost sweet, cloying. "You didn't mean to catcall me, did you, Poison?"