Clay cocked his brow at her and realized what she meant. He chuckled an leaned down. "But watching that perfect shade of red dance across your cheeks.." his hand pressed against her chest, though it was not sexual in anyway. "feeling your heart pounding in your chest ready to explode. They are quite amusing, don't you think, beautiful?" He teased her a bit. A devilish smirk consuming his face as he leaned down a fraction of an inch away from her. "You try so hard to not show your fear, the sweat the slowly drips from your forehead as your breath gets stuck." His voice was low, barely above a whisper. Hot breath barely exhaled over her ear face. His breath was not terrible and had a soft hind of citrus to it. He pulled back and rolled over onto his back, laying next to her looking at the ceiling as he began to laugh. He teased her, sure but the look on her face was absolutely priceless. He closed his eyes and tucked his hands behind his head. "I can't promise that I will keep my word if you've hidden something from me Little girl, but I certainly will do my best to make you disappear if that is really what you want, and of course you can pay me." He made sure she was fully aware. Though he kept thinking about the soft way she had spoken about things staying between them.<br/><br/>It really bothered him. Her conditions, but it wasn't the conditions but rather the way she had set them. Last minute and nearly after they had agreed already. "Tell me girl. What makes you so unwanted?" He asked suddenly and looked over at her. Those green eyes held a warmth that he had not shown once. He was a teasing boyish brute and he didn't like it when things did not go his way. He had proven that, but that warm welcome in his eyes seemed to light his whole face. It was different. He looked handsome with that look on his face, in a way he seemed kinder. his face turned away and he looked at the ceiling. "I was young when my father found himself at the mercy of a.... The sea. I was with him. somehow survived and was drifted ashore. I was given to a bitter woman whom I refuse to call family. she disliked the sea, hated it. I still respected it, wished to sail it in my father's honor. He was a great fisherman. However somewhere alone my dreams of doing good by him, I ended up on a black flagged ship. Here I am stealing little girls from their bed for a sack of jewels. It is odd how that turned out. He chuckled and looked back over. "So tell me, what makes a beauty like you unwanted by her Royal blood?" He asked again and then just waited. His eyes not leaving her as he did wait.