There it was; this little, lighthearted chuckle. No one would ever have the guts to chuckle at her like this and expect to get away with all their bones still unbroken, especially not while calling her...cute. It was an embarrassment, an insult, and...!

...She felt the hot, flushed feeling return to her face, coloring her cheeks a rosy pink. Damn him. Maybe she could play that off as seasickness or exhaustion...

"...Cute?" she grumbled, treating him to another glare.

He just nodded at her. "Mhm."

"Do you remember what I just did to that sea monster? No one calls me cute, Chuckles," she said severely, "but...I'll...just come along for the sake of discussing the job and getting some clothes. So long as you don't say anything else that makes me feel like a five-year old."