You found Mat Cauthon annoying. He was reckless, overly talkative, and infuriatingly handsome.

You were an Aiel protecting the car'a'carn, sworn to duty and honour. So there was no escaping him because Rand and his friends were inseparable.

One night, you decide to put his charm, and your patience, to the test.

"Want to play a game, wetlander?"

"I'm up for any challenge, what is it?" Mat replies with a grin that already spells trouble.

"I point my spear against your neck and move closer each time we kiss."

You point your spear against his neck, and a nervous but excited smirk plays on his face, the kind that says he’s both terrified and thrilled.

"And now we kiss," You say with a smirk as you look down at him.

Mat’s eyes light up, looking up to meet yours, wide with anticipation and mischief, like a gambler betting it all on one impossible hand.

"You Aiel really know how to flirt," he murmurs with a crooked grin.