"Didn't punch you, collection of nerves... here." Cass replied, leaning up onto her tiptoes to press her finger and thumb against the back of his neck. Lifting her shoulders in a soft shrug, she parted her lips with her tongue before adding. "Hit them the right way and people go down. So... not punching. Striking. Difference."

Her lips tugged into a soft smile before she brushed her thumb against his skin. He would understand now but she needed him to know and understand he was more than what he thought he was.