Northstar Vale Moonage Dream

Teeth grinding against eachother as she continued to play her little game (oh boy, he's acting like an old man now just DESPERATE to think he's right, break out the aluminum hats). Even as the smell of adrenalin filled the air, he only grew more annoyed, finding himself in that perpetual state of annoyance toward the possibly really innocent woman.

She trembeled and with fleeting glances to the side told him she wanted to be out of his presence, and honestly, he did too. Go away. He growled, backinging away from the woman one step at a time - still certain of her playing him like a fiddle, he wouldn't dare to turn his back on her until he was certain they were a good distance away.

He wouldn't be swayed by her gentle appearance, that fearful act, if he were some kind of chivalrous knight who tried to save everyone, perhaps he would have acted differently - but he was no white knight. His soul was tainted and suspicious, and he'd leave to make his way back to Rusalka should she stop pestering him.

We can end it here unless she wants to play with him further ;D