Emerance was utterly certain the man across from her did not own the cafe. In fact, he seemed more than content to utilize her ignorance to his advantage. And, were it not for how astute the young woman was, he might have gotten away with his charade. Might. As it was, however, Emerance was hardly inclined to let go of her chosen seat quite so easily. It was, perhaps, childish on both of their parts by now but she had yet to meet a man so distinctly....rudely....self entitled. Beyond perhaps her own father. Though he was certainly different then her father. He was inclined to a sort of...harmless impishness in some vain effort to get his way and that was a game that Emerance was willing to play. She pointed briefly towards the stool at the bar table beside her, inquiring why that chair was somehow lesser then the one she sat in - much less the one he presently occupied. After all, if he was to be believed, he did own them all. Her query seemed to prompt a moment of silence within him and oh, how very pleased that made her in turn! It was unlikely she'd get an actual answer to her question, even Emerance knew that, but she was vaguely inquisitive if he would at least change tactics...perhaps to something...nicer.

Her head tilted to the side as she watched his fingers tap against the table in those silent moments of consideration, only to insist he simply liked her chair better. Her brow rose ever so slightly at the response - it seemed he was determined to be...utterly irritating in every way possible. The conversation seemed to purposefully drift towards her sibling, though Emerance was willing to allow it as she informed her companion of exactly what her brother was - though she didn't anticipate a Dark Hunter who wasn't present would affect the outcome of this clear standoff. Her attention, however, deviated towards the waitress who appeared with a wordless tea cup in hand, as if she had noticed Emerance's spilt tea and thought to replace it...that is...if she had given the tea to the right person. How keen he seemed to hold her tea hostage for the return of his chair. Emerance, however, was dedicated to her decision not to back down in spite of his attempts to blatantly intimidate her. After all, she was strikingly used to intimidating men and he had yet to live up to her standard. Instead, Emerance chose a different route. She was rather certain the sugar jar beside them was not endless, just as she was sure he had consumed quite a large amount of the cubes within it.

Her insistence that she might be required to ask for more, however, prompted a soft simper upon his lips - one that she knew did not bode well for her. She watched as he tilted forward the sugar jar, only to display the inside filled to the brim with neat cubes of sweetness. Though Emerance wasn't quite sure what his ability was to fill a jar, she did have to admit it was...impressive. Her acknowledgment of his prowess, however, was accepted with a brief, almost indiscernible nod. Even with her latest attempt foiled, Emerance was uninclined to allow herself to be bested just yet. Her arms folded across her chest as she leaned back in her seat, the jade hue of her gaze steadfast upon the man across from her in brief consideration. How his actions near seemed to mirror her own as he leaned back, her cup of tea still warmly nestled in his hands. For a breathless moment, their gazes seemed to meet though that game was far from over. His lips parted, that smooth baritone of his voice was accompanied with a tactile chill that brought goosebumps to her flesh. A small shiver ran down her spine as the cold suddenly began to nip at her slight figure. It was his well timed introduction, however, that finally provoked some understanding from the girl.

A soft snort left her nose as her legs shifted in her seat, drawn to her chest as her arms wrapped around them, unconsciously preserving the heat of her core. Perhaps it was time for a more...direct approach. Her inquiry upon what she was certain was a well known American phrase seemed to cause a scowl across her companion's features. That look alone so told her well that he knew not only the phrase but also it's meaning and just how perfectly obnoxious he was...apparently by choice. Nevertheless, Emerance offered him the explanation he sought before she declared her intention to remain within her chair even at the risk of frostbite turning her lips blue. This battle was one she was seemingly unwilling to relent in. She paused quite at the last moment to nod briefly towards the barista. The man had become ever increasingly interested in them - at least, Emerance had noticed him glancing over at least every few moments. Her very gesture towards him, however, seemed to prompt that glimpse of irritation upon Frost's features. Ah - so she had been right! A small hint of smugness crossed her fair features as she eyed the man across from her.

She watched inquisitively as he leaned forward to place the tea back upon it's saucer on the table between them. How well Emerance knew not to reach out for that cup, despite it's convenient placement. Rather, she remained in her seat, steadfastly eying the man across from her. How quickly he snapped at her! Those very words, however, prompted the beginning of a simper upon her fair features, "I will." She responded, simply enough. Emerance watched as Frost glanced over his shoulder towards the barista in question - only to quickly turn away again at the weight of his stare. The coolness of his sudden words, however, caught the girl entirely off guard. A confused glance crossed her features as the frigid air suddenly vanished, only to be released with an ever climbing feeling of heat. Her gaze turned downwards towards the legs of the chair, the very sight of the smoke caused the first glance of alarm upon her features as those flames suddenly burst to life. A shriek left Emerance's lips, though it was only accompanied by several more screams from elsewhere in the cafe.

Though it would have been entirely sensible to leave the chair entirely, Emerance's first reaction was far different. Rather than leap to what was perceived safety, the young woman felt far more inclined to climb the chair she sat on until her butt was balanced precariously upon the back of it and her shoes were settled on the seat. "YOU!" She pointed near frantically at the man across from her - all hint of poise and placid intelligence dissipated entirely. "This is your doing!" How her shout seemed to echo in the cafe - though even it was quickly disintegrating into chaos with several patrons making mad dashes towards the doors, tripping over their seats in their effort to escape.