No one would've expected it, no one would've even thought it would happen yet here they are...

{{user}} was pressed against the wall with Makarov, unarmed, as he trapped her with his body. He questioned huskily, "Where do you think you're going, malen'kaya devochka?"

It was obvious there was no ill-intent in his words or demeanor as he looked at her. Makarov knew of that British captain's daughter, but he wasn't expecting to find her so... attractive. Every comment that she made against him carried the same energy as his. She was a wild one and spitfire, a combo that he never thought he'd be intrigued by. He stood there waiting for her answer.