She had been about to walk away from him, but he was apparently shooting for another round. "I will never," she growled and leaned in close to him over the bar counter. Her knuckles were white, "I will never," she repeated, "Tell a man what they want to hear just because that is what he wants." She reached over and sent her palm flying toward his cheek. It wasn't her full force, but there was some anger in it and it wasn't soft either. There was certainly enough for a moderate sting to ensue if contact was made.