She doesn't look up.

(It'll happen anyways but you should let Claire in it too because at the moment she despises him with all her being.)

She suddenly chuckles, "How long have you been waiting here, for us, just to say that?" She smiles, laughing at her humor.

(Sounds good. But just a heads up, nobody will get hurt. This time.)

Ash regarded her, silver eyes glittering with dislike. The bad thing was, he was devastatingly gorgeous, dressed all in black, but this wasn't anything but a predator.
"Ash," Puck said in a conversational tone, though his face had gone hard and feral. "What a surprise to see you here. How did you find us?"
"It wasn't difficult." Ash sounded bored. "I heard someone say something about Mab's court. There are only so many ways into Tir Na Nog from the mortal world, and Shard doesn't exactly make it a secret that she guards the trod. I figured it was only a matter of time before you came here."
"Very clever," Puck said, smirking. "But then, you were always the strategist, weren't you? What do you want, Ash?"
"Your head," Ash answered softly. "On a pike. But what I want doesn't matter this time." He pointed his sword at Lin. "I've come for her." His queen wanted her, and he would obey her orders.
"Over my dead body." Puck smiled as if this was a friendly conversation on the street, but his muscles coiled under his skin.
"That was part of the plan." The prince raised his sword, the icy blade wreathed in mist. "I will avenge her today, and put her memory to rest." For a moment, a shadow of anguish flitted across his face, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were cold and glittered with malice. "Prepare yourself."
"Stay back, princess," Puck warned Lin, gently pushing her out of the way. He reached into his boot and pulled out a dagger, the curved blade clear as glass. "This might get a little rough..."

She draws her own sword. "Gentlemen first." She waves her hand to Puck, letting him get the first try at Ash.

She doesn't even react.

"Gladly," Puck said, an evil smirk on his face. "But first..." He turned to Lin. "One moment, princeling," he called to Ash, who inclined his head. Taking Lin's wrist, he steered her behind the fountain where Ash couldn't spy. "I have to do this, princess," he said firmly. "Ash won't let us go without a fight, and this had been coming for a long time now." For a moment, a shadow of regret flickered across his face, but then it was gone. "So," he murmured, grinning as he tilted her chin up, "before I march off to battle, how 'bout a kiss for luck?" Puck didn't think she would do it

She doesn't do anything.

She rolls her eyes, "Puck if you don't get over here in 5 seconds I'm doing this myself!" She snaps. "Stop making Lin uncomfortable!!" She shouts.

Puck nodded. "Fine." With a whoop, he flourished his knife and charged at the waiting prince.
Ash lunged, a dark blur across the snow, his sword hissing down in a vicious arc. Puck leaped out of the way, and the blow sent a miniature blizzard arching towards Claire. Not on purpose.

She silently watches.