At least she wasn't a rampant maniac about it. If she though she could mouth back, that'd probably be the end of their friendship, and possibly her. She was probably telling the truth. What she owed wasn't worth dying for, and she could have dupe him better than this if she tried. Kade didn't make a habit out of believing in buyers's better sides, though. He rolled his head while she went on with her excuse. A low rumble in his chest. Frustration and a bit of erupting violence, like he was cooking it for her in his chest.<br/><br/>He stomped over to her in her corner. "But there's nothing." he reiterated. "And now I'm two visits short." he grabbed her by the hair and dunked her head into the meeting walls behind her. His teeth were mashed together and his lips and nose were curled to one side, a very accurate likeness of a snarling wolf. "What?" he asked, insulted, one palm slamming into the wallpaper hard enough to leave a mark. "You already tried paying me, Julie. There's nothing. I don't really care how, but there is nothing on the card."<br/><br/>His intent to hurt her stayed, but if she had her eyes trained she'd notice his shoulders sank a little bit when she made her offer. "I don't wanna kill you, Jule. You're fun." he said and then then tossed her by her hair to the floor. He looked at her like she'd failed him and was asking to do it again. Like her continued existence was insulting him. "Just what are you gonna do? You gonna be sweet? Funny?" he stomped to her feet and kicked them part, so one of his could stand between them. Kade leaned down, bag still rattling in the hanging pocket and face full of threat.<br/><br/>"Look up at me, Juliette." he demanded. Ivan was moving somewhere in the apartment. He didn't seem important. "What are you going to offer me that'll make me want to see you again?" he posed.