[ He's all talk, strutting around like he's untouchable. That's so Chat Noir. Under different circumstances she might have cracked a smile. Even her teasing has a more nasty edge to it that's just not... like her. She's not pulling any punches. ]

Or maybe it's just that no one's ever wanted to make the effort to chase after you.

[ As he thought, his taunting worked. It rubbed the darkened part of her heart the wrong way. Where Ladybug would have turned it on him with a snarky retort, Lady Misfortune would have none of it. She snapped the yo-yo back and almost just as quickly, lashed out again, this time, taking a running start-- circling to his side, trying to strike him in a more vulnerable place, where he's less guarded. ]

Who are you calling a little girl?

[ Whether it hits or not, she continues to circle a bit further, trying to catch him from behind. ]

I don't want to-- but I will if I have to.