Lorenzo locked eyes with the man, hand resting on Starfire's shoulder and his fingers digging into the skin. He could feel her trying to pull away, but made no move to restrain her further. He had done his research, he knew she was weak, and with such little effort on his part. The fear was evident, but not at all expected, some people just couldn't understand what an honour it was to be selected -- he didn't just take anybody after all.<br/><br/>He also knew he was playing a dangerous game, one with an opponent who didn't like to lose. A smile appeared on his face at his opponent's words.<br/><br/>"My, my, and I thought I was the bad guy." He laughed. "Maybe we're not so different after all, you and I." Lorenzo remarked. This guy, though associated with the Teen Titans, wasn't all he made out to be. The hero thing was an act, hiding something else, but what?<br/><br/>As he spoke, Lorenzo had loosened the restraints on one of Starfire's wrists. Holding her arm tightly, he pulled it up, parallel to the floor.<br/><br/>"Let's just say, I've always been one to tempt fate." He said, yanking Starfire's arm backwards in a sharp motion, hearing the faint pop, and feeling the ball come out of the socket as the limb was successfully dislocated. It was an odd feeling that he never grew tired of experiencing. He released the limb, letting it fall beside Starfire, his eyes never leaving the other 'hero'.<br/><br/>"I guess we all like to watch the world burn sometimes." Lorenzo said as calmly as though commenting on the weather.