She's not easily deterred. He was quicker then she recalled, but then again it was a long time since she had seen him fight even before her death. And it's not as if there's much to do here. She'll need to be careful till she's sure of what he can do now.

That doesn't mean she won't hit with her words though.

"Ah, but you see. You started that, with your little act. Fair is only fair, isn't it? You got a cheap shot in, and so I was owed one."

The fact that he stays, makes her smirk. He wants this fight as much as she does. He could easily leave, could easily knock her back if he chose to follow if he didn't just take a complicated route or hide. He wants this though, his blood must be singing like hers for the taste of blood, the feel of bones cracking and tears. But she doubts he'll have the ruthlessness she does.

She starts to circle him, knife twirling in her fingers with ease. She could always throw it, but she hasn't that many to spare. Best to act like it's the only one, and use the others later when he least expects it.

But still, it's easy enough to feint forward, acting as if she's going to come flying at him before moving away quickly, just to see how he's going react.