His jaw was down, whether it was honest or theatrical was even unknown to him. Cute little girl, having her tantrum. With gentle souls like Haley, it was rare to get this kind of emotional outburst. He followed with the strength of her finger, touching his naked chest, but a long arm shot beyond her to close the door. He didn't want to risk her stage freight now that she was giving him access to her inner workings. She'd worked out his little plot, but she couldn't be sure unless he confirmed. Keida knew never to confirm. That way you could hold up rent free in someone's head for as long as they could wonder. Beside, his secret could never have held the moment she and Cain got serious.<br/><br/>She was blossoming exactly how he'd hoped. Here, where he'd lured her at the end of spring, she was returning, full of the result of his game. His little bundle of raw emotions, saying things she didn't know confessed to myriad emotions. He licked his lip and touched his chest where her finger had pressed. Predatory eyes on his childhood friend. He remember the last time she'd been here, how easily he'd unlaced her secrets and deconstructed her defenses. She'd let him have at her rather rough, too.<br/><br/>"But I like girls, and they like coming here." he said innocently, yellow eyes aglow as they passed a patch of shadow. He was pretending to give her the strides, but really he was leading them into the kitchen. "And I'm not in your head, am I?" he reminded, wicked grin as he waved an arm and had the shirt gone completely. He was strong, and his long muscles moved under thin skin as though they'd missed her. His wasn't a body for running, it was a body for taking other bodies.<br/><br/>Once in the kitchen, before she'd realize, he simply lifted her to sit on the fateful counter again, roughly parting her legs and sticking his nimble hand under her skirt, to cup her panties. "I'm here, aren't I?" he said and then grabbed her hair at the back of her head, to bend her face upward to look at him. His hand was already pulling her panties off and his mouth was already closing in on hers. It was like she'd never had those months away. He knew exactly where all her synapses were, and how to touch her to make her burn. Keida had made Haley. He was the architect of her grown-up body. Cain hadn't even come close.<br/><br/>"You didn't even know how to touch yourself before I touched you." he reminded before letting go of her completely, but staying close, hands on either side of her, on the counter. He licked his lips, so near hers his tongue almost shaved hers, too. "Then why don't you go back to Cain? Instead of coming here?" he asked with his low voice, tight enough to her face that their next words might bring their lips together. "Or did you want something else from me? Something he doesn't give you?"