“I’m a lot more stable than you think. Come on, try to knock me over.”
Mordred cocks a brow, raising his arm to motion as if he was going to aim for her body but he threw his foot out, tipping her over sideways, catching her before she hit the ground. “Stable aye?”
Giving him a sideways smile, Summer looped her leg around his, using him as a balance point, and bore him down to the ground with her. “Different kind of stable.” Then she sat on him.