Honestly she wasn't sure if she'd be able to kill him. A swipe to something non-vital as a warning to keep his hands off, probably, but she wasn't even totally sure of that, or if she'd even want to in the first place.

Fucking biology.

She huffed, partly amused and oddly partly commiserating at the statement, "Yeah, and I was supposed to find a nice girl, settle down somewhere with a good HOA, invite the neighbors over for holiday parties and barbeques. Instead I got Riley, and turns out that wasn't even true." If he'd actually been listening, that was the first real confirmation as to why he wasn't her type.