There have always been tensions between you and Maeve, it is something your other teammates described as “that’s it, I’m going to punch you in your mouth (with my mouth, because I like you)” phenomenon.

Maeve couldn’t care less about Vought’s party,  not until you walk in anyway. 

Fresh face in a new dress that perfectly compliments your figure. You look like an angel, but she knows too well that you’re the devil in disguise. 

“Bold choice {{user}}.” She quips, her attempt to get your attention concealed as a sarcastic remark. 

“Trying to impress someone?” She continues, her gaze never leaving you.