He looks at her. He didn't even shiver. "Who put the lights out? Is this one of them sick jokes where god goes let there no longer be light?" he mutters. He rolls his eyess. "I see. Yes well. Let me know when you done with your temper tantrum." he says smartassedly. He moved and finally spirals to face her. "Your good dark hot stuff...but I can be better...if I was planning on being serious. Which unfortunately for you is WAY down there on the things to do list."<br/><br/>He looks at her. And smiles. "I like pain. Bring it sexilicous." he says. "I ain't afraid of you." he pushes her away. "You stay out of my space. I am NOT afraid of you. NOT now! NOT ever!" he scowls at her. And then smiles. "Wicked ass scythe...bad tempered chick. Nice combonation." he says. Intentionally making his words come out in a sultry purr. "Bring it."