Marcel was just turning the handle on the door, and had not expected her to speak such willful words. He let his fingers brush the handle and fall off its edge one by one as he turned to face her. His long hair fell in front of his face a little, and he felt his eyes light up with curiosity. "You have, what american's now a days would call "balls" for ignoring my words" he murmured, lingering on the last syllable as he walked back up toward her. As he did so, he brushed the hair from his face and bit his lip softly as he tried to think of what he should do.<br/><br/>He smiled despite himself, and crossed his arms as though unsure of what to do. "The girls down in the lobby were supposed to be taken home, but it seems you were smart enough to realize that there was that slight chance they were not- which, I might add... is correct. In fact, they never left the island, and you will most likely never see most of them again. Not unless one of the court took a liking to one of them as I have you and the little Sarah you were with. All of those other girls were just so... stupid- I guess is what I could say. None of them could see past the fact that they would work in such an environment... they were all a little too... innocent and perfect I suppose."<br/><br/>The Lord Marcel lowered his arms, his straight posture too perfect for a normal person. His eyes too eerie looking, and too cold to everything. It was like he had seen it all, and did not bother with making that knowledge known. He just did not care about anything that was not in front of him. "Anne, she's just the opposite... and though she is awfully pretty. Over the Decades- no. Over the Century's I have grown out of that desire. Physical and perfect beauty is nothing to be proud of, because like everything it just fades and crumbles with time. She is an ugly person where it counts, and nothing will change that. She is but a snack in my mind, not something to savor and lust after."<br/><br/>He laughed slightly at his own words. "Lovely Missie-" he started, touching her right cheek gently with his pale hand. "Would you like proof, to my previous inquiry? because sooner or later you will confront the facts, and you will be chilled to the bone by the monster that stands before you" he said, voice falling to a low and cruel whisper. "You have started something you cannot stop just by asking a simple question, now Choose. You, or Anne?" he asked, mouth forming a cruel grin that featured sharp looking Canines and Premolars.<br/><br/>The situations seemed forced, fake... yet it was clear he was just waiting for such an excuse to show his intentions toward those who come here.