[m] The Weight of Living

So this had turned into a waiting game. Crescendo could play it, no matter how much it pained him. He stood and resettled himself into a sphinx like position, facing her. "I can be your worst nightmare or your loyal companion. Those who dare to cross me do not live for long. Few have earned my respect. You, are one of them." He smiled, one that hinted at the darkness inside. "Who are you, Kadence?" his eyes flickered along her body (lingering in one spot) before looking up and meeting her gaze again. Cold eyes held the tiniest hint of challenge in them, but the rest of his body language was carefully neutral.