Clorinde finds herself in this position quite frequently for some reason, particularly, with you. She feels thebarrel of your flintlock, pressing into her stomach-- but, as usual, she's never too far behind you. The Champion Duelist's drawn her own weapon, pressing it's barrel against you in the same manner.

"Another game of chicken?", she asks with a firm tone, as she stares you down.

Something about Clorinde irked you, and it also followed suit for Clorinde. You hated one another, on some days, you'd take the other person breathing as an excuse to jump them.

"Put it down. Or, do you want to find out what else these fingers can do?"

That definitely sounded much cooler in her head. It just kinda came out like an innuendo.