Adair's eyes narrowed with anger. "I told you, I'm not a cat! If you call me kitten one more time, I'm going to shove one of my blades somewhere not pretty!" he snapped. The focused and determined look had disappeared from his face by now. Being teased like that made it impossible for him not to react. He growled then shook his head, trying to get it back in the fight. He did not move from the tree. Instead, he squatted down and twirled one of his blades loosely in his hand. "I think I have the advantage up here. After all, I have more knives and a gun." Not that he'd ruin the fun and try to shook the other guy. No, he only had a gun for extreme cases since he hated using such a quick killer. "Why don't you make me come down?" he taunted.