Patience wasn't Grey's strong suit. And though he quite liked pretty women, especially ones as pretty as this, his pride was actually more important to him.
Maybe you could catch him lacking like Amunet had. But what you weren't going to do is look him in the face, bat your eyelashes, and expect things to go your way.
There were a lot of ways, though, that Grey did expect this punch might go.
The first was that maybe it was entirely ineffective, maybe there would be some great shield of protection around the Oracle, something her "goddess", if an empress of all things could be called that, would have given her.
Maybe there would be some great backlash and he would be sent flying back, maybe he would even lose an arm for his blasphemy.
What Grey didn't expect was the young woman's nose to flatten against his knuckles, for him to feel the cartilage of her delicate bridge snap, and for blood to fly out like a gusher as she, too, went flying.
