Carson was all calm now. He didnâ€™t have the slightest bit of anger to him at all. He just looked at her as she spoke. Making a face of distaste but it was soon gone. â€œYou all assume I want to help the government in their fight against the supernatural. To be honest...that is YOUR problem. What do I get out of being a magical slave to you all? Nothing really. What momentary protection that goes away once you all decide I have no further use? Besides which I donâ€™t need a babysitter. I go in and out of places unattached to others than with others. It draws less attention to be solo than group...you know?â€ he sighed a bit. â€œI donâ€™t want to do this. You all draw attention to yourself with your fancy guns and your shiny badges. I donâ€™t have any of those things to prove I am legally able to do whatever the hell I want. If I get caught you are all likely to claim you donâ€™t know me. That you have no connection to me whatsoever. Am I wrong?â€ He said. Looking at her curiously.<br/><br/>Oh. There was getting through to him. However, telling him he HAD to do something was not the way. Telling him he had NO other choice but to do what they want was not the way. Yeah he was being stubborn and defiant but you had to see it from his point of view. He had been kidnapped and basically blackmailed. Though unbeknownst to her he was thinking it. Replaying all the events that had gone on so far and puzzling it out in his head. â€œSuppose I do play the good little errand boy some...what is in it for me? So far you are telling me you NEED me but have not told me what I get out of this whole thing. Do I get paid as if I was an actual employee? If not. No deal. If I am not treated like an equal instead of some plaything the government is going to use for these other instances and against the supernatural...Iâ€™m not doing it. I donâ€™t care what kind of government torture you put me through.â€ He said finally.<br/><br/>He looked at her and smiled impishly. â€œNow here you are assuming Iâ€™m doing something Iâ€™m not. All Iâ€™ve said is basic knowledge. Anyone with half a brain could have puzzled out those things I have told you. Anyone with even the slightest bit of knowledge or intelligence would have put two and two together. Perhaps in my own way I am trying to see if we can even be on the same playing field. Yes. Not trusting others is a good advise. Especially with the government...you are all liars. No offense but it is highly doubtful youâ€™ll tell me as much of any situation as you would tell each other. You essentially kidnapped me and told me if I tried to leave you will shoot me. Iâ€™m fairly certain if I did manage to escape I would be tracked down and brought back with force. Am I wrong?â€ He said with a nuetral expression.<br/><br/>He looked at her. â€œUnlike you however, I am not trained to not be a NORMAL person. I donâ€™t have training on how not to be helpful. On how not to tell information to others. Sure I got some skills in that but apparently with you guys it wonâ€™t do any good. You knew about my hide a hole. So it is safe to assume you probably know about other things as well. In that sense it really isnâ€™t in my best interest to lie to people who would already know I was lying to them...would it?â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œSo? Iâ€™m not in handcuffs and shackles. I really donâ€™t see how this is much different from being a prisoner with benefits.â€ He sighed a bit. â€œBesides which you guys are barely telling me ANYTHING. Iâ€™m having to weasel and pull information out of you like a dentist does teeth.â€<br/><br/>He blinked as the next second he was in the air and on his back. Groaning as he really hurt. Calling her attractive pissed her off? What the hell? It made no sense. No sense at all. He looked up at her and into her eyes. Falling utterly silent. That had hurt. He listened to her though. â€œFine. Fine. If I address your appearance I will refer to you as the ugliest thing I have ever seen. Is that better?â€ He said with a groan. She held him down on his now sore back. As she continued however he spoke again. "I can not use it on a normal. I can not use it on a normal. owwwwwwwww.....she got mad skills...." He looked into her eyes. He groaned as that had hurt a lot. Getting slammed onto a tender place like a throbbing bruise on your back hurt like hell.<br/><br/>He shrugged a bit. â€œI donâ€™t get what kind of real woman hates being told she is attractive.â€ He said with a sigh. Sitting up when he was let up. He really needed to heal his back now as soon as he was out of their view. However, his submissive nature kicked in and he stayed very, very quiet. In fact he wouldnâ€™t even look at her. He wouldnâ€™t look at the guy who spoke either. He just stood up and began walking away from them. He didnâ€™t know where he was going and he really didnâ€™t care. He headed further into the base and ignored stares. Stuffing his hands into his pockets. He had never been thrown into the ground for complimenting someone before. He wasnâ€™t sure how to take it. He wasnâ€™t sure what the hell happened either. One minute he was on his feet the next he was flat on his back. He stopped in a shadowy hallway and looked around. Well this wasnâ€™t a pleasant visit.<br/><br/>There was no one around so he decided to try to escape spell. He moved his hands and began mumbling under his breath. Honestly unless someone or something interrupted his spell, not the same thing as causing a mispronounciation, he would be teleporting out of her. He didnâ€™t have to put up with this shit. She apparently was a very rough rough woman. Who the hell body slammed someone? Sure he could have seen her punching him in the face. After all...heâ€™d been aiming to piss her off. He hadnâ€™t expected her to go all ninja on his ass. He mentally snickered at that but continued trying to finish the teleportation spell. It was a long spell that needed to be chanted in slow motion with a destination in mind. He focused his thoughts on his true home. He needed things from there. He needed to get to someplace to hide out. He was not delussional that heâ€™d be able to avoid them for very long. Right now he was a bit angry and of course...testing the waters. So to speak.