[Realm of Little Alice]
Little Alice was still glaring at him—holding onto that look with an intensity that, at first glance, might have seemed fierce.
Though 'fierce' was being far too generous.
Up close, with her lips pressed together and her brows slightly furrowed, it felt less like hostility and more like a stubborn, contained pout. Her bright, deep blue eyes—unnatural in their clarity—failed to convey the intended emotion. Instead of intimidating, they revealed her youth and lack of composure.
"Glaring does nothing," Grimm said after letting the silence stretch just enough to make the moment uncomfortable, his tone still flat. "If you're going to direct that much attention at me, you might as well do something with it. Perhaps try something interesting—like attacking. At least that would justify the effort you're putting into that expression."
