She gritted her teeth, trying and failing to swallow back a growl.
"No," she ground out, "what you like about me. My personality—hells, even my looks, if you can't think of anything else!"
She closed her eyes, sighed, then opened them again. Still sounding irritated, she snapped, "Like...your eyes. I like your eyes. And I like—most of the time—that you speak your mind. I never have to guess what you're thinking, you don't play mind games."
Her cheeks darkened, and she added in a rush, "And I—I like the way your hands feel on me. I like that I've seen how rough you can be, but you touch me gently."
She swallowed, then huffed and jerked her head at him. "There. That's three whole things I like about you. Your turn."