'I'd better watch myself then.' Freya thought to herself as she listened to his response. "It's funny you say that when you helped me that one day I didn't want any help from you." 'But did I really not want to be helped? Or was I just being a stubborn brat?' "That day when I had my arms hurt."

She raised a brow for a moment, her interest caught. "So you choose who you want to be challenged by?" 'That would be interesting to say the least.' Freya thought as she imagined who she might decide upon."Who was your first choice? If you don't mind me asking of course, I don't want to butt in more than I already have." She spoke in a friendlier tone, finally calming down from whatever it was that had her riled up for a few moments.

'Ugh, again.' "Please, please don't call me 'dear'. I have a name for a reason after all. You mean well, but it bothers me." Freya said to him, looking at the rose bush. "But thank you for not seeing me as a coward. I happen to think the same way about you."

She looked at him apologetically, "I hope I'm not bothering you, Sir. I know I come around here an awful lot. If you ever get frustrated with me you can just tell me to leave and I will."