Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

He could not surprise an amused laugh when she said that she was too old for games. There were so many elements to the statement that were funny, from her very apparent youth to the fact that nobody was ever too old for games. "Are you, now," he said with an amused glimmer in his eyes and the corners of his mouth poked upwards into a smirk. He didn't think any less of her, as a matter of fact, he thought her very witty, though he had expected she would fall for the bait this time. He didn't want to not explain because he was playing, well, not all the way; the first reason he had for it was that one couldn't simply explain pain in words, not like it was to experience it.

"Well, then," he said, his smirk slimming down as he got a bit more serious. "If you ever want to learn the lesson I've been doing my best to teach today, just rub some of that on your wounds, and you'll see what I mean, Nyx. Maybe when you experience it you'll understand that there are no words to describe it." He had done it — well, Cicero had done it — before, so he knew what it was like.

He cast her a last glance before he turned away and slunk into the shadows, vanishing from sight if she did not stop him.