And so on..

Her frustration continued to escalate. She began to turn around, all motion now powered by rage. However, before she could confront her “love-possessed” partner, he hooked her arm in his and began to direct her down the hall.
“Out of mere curiosity, are you going to marry him?” he asked.
Amorah looked up into his large brown eyes, that seemed to glisten mirroring his mocking smirk.
“Who are you?” She shouted, astonishment caused her to speak much louder than she had intended. She seemed to have that problem quite often. As a child, it was understandable to speak a little too emphatically or say things not meant to be articulated. But at an age that teetered on adulthood, this kind of behavior was becoming increasingly inappropriate. And, her step-mother would add, highly unattractive.
Amorah pushed him from her and pulled her arm loose from his. Her irritation did not allow for her to be civil to anyone at the moment.
“Besides,” She said calmly, in an attempt to assume composure, “That does not concern you.” And, with determination, she walked in the direction of the deck. It was even darker than it had been and the stars shown brighter than she’d ever seen in America, or London for that matter; probably on account of the smog. She nodded in agreement to her thoughts. She rain her fingers across the metal rail that had been misted with sea water.
Following just steps behind her, he responded, “I imagine you and I are not viewing this in the same light. You see doll face, I happen to think I am very much involved. I was present in that room and listened while the Lieutenant recounted the events preceding your light-headedness, while you seemed to be captivated by some form of contemplation, which, appeared far more important than your proposal. I, also, dutifully carried you to your room, however, you were unaware of that, or at least I presume so?” He questioned, eyebrows raised quizzically.
Amorah stumbled at this remark.
Is he grinning at me? she thought feverishly, her thoughts were so muddled that she had only half listened to his rant. Is he proposing that I was faking!? How dare he! I mean… he is correct in his assumption, but how impolite! Instead of speaking, Amorah settled for staring bitterly at his knowingly, smug face.
“And I would like to think you know me quite well,” he continued. “You spent an almost improper amount of time staring at me in your room, I’ll admit I was quite embarrassed but also a bit flattered.” He grinned widely.
“How dare you, you scoundrel!” Amorah fumed, her hands formed small fists which were shaking at her sides.
His grin widened as he said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I happen to be a very handsome man and you are quite beautiful yourself. Any man would agree, however, I often prefer a different sort of gal. The kind that’s not so uptight and more mature,” he stared pensively at Amorah and added, “ya know not… fresh from the school house.”
Amorah was absolutely appalled. She refused to let some insolent stranger mock her, especially not to her face. Her thoughts flew feverishly through her mind. He practically called me an immature child! He knows nothing of my character or knowledge. And as to my looks I’ve always been taken for much older than my 17 years. This man must have no common sense and very poor eyesight!
“Sap!” She scoffed aloud, then quickly becoming aware of her actions she flung a hand over her mouth. However, instead of offending the scoundrel, he laughed aloud. Very loudly actually.