Carson looked at her as she started smiling. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!!!!!! That just showed him how badly he messed up. He got an impish smile. â€œI can neither confirm nor deny these allegations. Hmmm...seems I am now the actual government. Yeah you know because....â€ He paused for a second. â€œ...You FBI types do that all the time.â€ He said. Trying to get under her skin. Yes. Yes he was. Reason was that was a dirty trick to tell a Wiccan he hurt an innocent. To hurt one of those people he works hard to protect. That...was just cold. Very, very cold. In fact his eyes frosted over for a second before his anger faded and his true nature came back. He just sighed and shook his head.<br/><br/>He shook his head and made a face. â€œYeah. Yeah. Yeah.â€ he said. Waving it off. â€œThat was cold agent lady. â€œAgente muy frÃ­a dama. Agente muy frÃ­a damaâ€ He said. Slipping into spanish just to see if she understood it. Then he blinked as she patted James and said that. Say wha? He then paid attention again. He smirked a bit. â€œOooooooooooh. I get it. I get it. So you are a group of hired stalkers legalized to shoot to kill. Nice. I bet that makes you feel<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>nice when you go home to mom.â€ Okay. He might be a bit out of line with that but she was rude first. So he had to get her back. It wasnâ€™t like he could use his magic and say BAM! You are a lizard! How you like them apples? Okay. Well...he could. But what would that do besides break the rules and royally piss her off when he turned her back. He was fairly certain she could run just as fast if not faster than him.<br/><br/>He looked at what she had swiped from either the cops or the crime scene. He paled but said nothing before. â€œNever seen it before. Yet if I had seen it before...can you even read what it says?â€ It was a partial spell for a demon excorism. â€œHowever, yes. I know what it is. It is a spell book. Easily found at any Wiccan magic store. Also easily found at any coven or gothic owned bookstore.â€ His tone a bit sarcastic and smartass...just a bit. He nodded his head. Indeed they didnâ€™t. â€œNo. The cops arenâ€™t trained in dealing with the supernatural but they do employ them from time to time.â€<br/><br/>He listened and shock filled his place. Foul play? Warlocks maybe? No. He hadnâ€™t noticed they could see his back. â€œWas kind of focused on the group of cops with trigger fingers at the ready and guns in my direction thing. Though yes...a fairly large rock hit me in the back out of nowhere.â€ He said sarcastically but truthfully. â€œIn other words...Iâ€™m a hostage. Arenâ€™t you the very same group of people who do the hostage negotiation things? I think this is quite backwards if that is the case. Now you are taking hostages. Go figure. Canâ€™t even trust the government you assist whether they know it or not.â€ Yes. Right there. In the mist of sarcasm he had dropped another seedlet of information. â€œYou mean where YOU will be working. I never agreed that I was going to assist you in anything. I have rules to follow and they arenâ€™t yours. Sexy and beautiful plus dangerous as you are...I never agreed to assist you with anything. All I agreed to do was get in the car with you.â€<br/><br/>He pointed this out because she was blantantly assuming he was going to assist the beautiful hostage taker. Though he did have to keep himself from staring a time or two. He was a man who noticed she was beautiful Which his mind then followed up with plus armed and dangerous. You really do want to get shot donâ€™t you brother? â€œIâ€™ll stick with Agent Lady...Ms. Eve. At least until we have truly established we are on the same team.â€ His stubborness was going away and he really just wanted to get out of here. She got out of the car and he made no motion to follow suit. â€œI donâ€™t want to get out of the car. You probably aim to shoot me and bury my body beneath tons of concrete after destroying all evidence it was the government who did it.â€ He knew this wasnâ€™t the case but again he was being a smart ass. Her partner clicked his gun safety off and his raised his hands. â€œAlright. Alright. Iâ€™m getting out of the car.â€<span style="font-style: italic">Damnit. Totally outnumbered.</span>He thought to himself. Getting out of the car and shut the door.<br/><br/>He then followed the woman. â€œIf you insist Agent Lady.â€ He said with a smile. Though she was leading the way so he got a good look at her ass until they were side by side because of her partner. He blinked as he saw what was going on. â€œWhat? Do you have fairies and dwarves held hostage here as well?â€ He asked in amusement. â€œLooks like I stepped into a fairytale. You government types really are so secretive.â€ He looked at her. Sent someone to retrieve his things? Right. Right. The address they had. Of course the people renting it would hand them his close from the room that no one was allowed in. Yet that just told him he was going to be here for quite a long time.<br/><br/>He followed her again. Yet though he was not angry he could not help but be a smartass at the last thing she said. â€œWait! Wait! Give me a minute!â€ When she looked at him if she did. â€œI need a moment to weigh my options to determine if getting shot is actually a positive compared to being a hostage going to be forced to knew heaven knows only what. I already told you there are rules I cannot break. If you need to throw me in jail I suppose youâ€™ll do it soon enough anyways.â€ He said with an assentuating movement of his hands.<br/><br/>â€œYou think you know so much about the supernatural world...do you know all its aspects? You have been looking into rumored incidents. I can neither confirm nor deny my next statement however these incidents you have been looking into were only brought about by dealing with an even greater issue at hand. Nobody ever got hurt.â€<span style="font-style: italic">If you didnâ€™t count demons, ghost, gobllins, a dragon, zombies...you get the picture.</span>He thought to himself. â€œSo I really do need to think over whtehter attempting to escape being held hostage for an unknown reason other than your looking into instances such as the ones you mentioned...or if I am really just a card in your deck. Either way...I canâ€™t guarentee I wonâ€™t try to escape. It would be considered a form of protection of myself if I had to escape using personal methods.â€ He left out that it still would leave him with injuries but not dead from any bullets fired that made it to him before he got the spell out.<br/><br/>â€œOkay. Iâ€™ve decided. Iâ€™ll be your hostage and possibly still attempt to escape. Wait. No.â€ He looked at her. â€œAre you even going to truly tell me why I am your hostage? I donâ€™t buy the Iâ€™m helping you not be in the public eye excuse. What is the REAL reason you needed me? What is it you think you know about me?â€ He said. Fishing for information and possibly hoping she would give him some. He looked around. â€œThough this placle is quite beautiful...â€ He said. Looking at the man hall. His gaze looked to his sexy hostage taker. Shrugging and went to seeing if there was any areas with limited camera view in which he could use a teleportation spell. Risky...somewhat. Tiring...enermously. Still he was only given a few facts right now and part of him was wondering if he could piss the trained woman off. Dangerous move? Yes. Most definitely. Funny if it works? Indeed it will be. Especially since federal agents are usually trianed to keep their emotions from getting the best of them. â€œOn a different note...that one spell that book is show is an excorsism. That one is directed for demonic excorsism. Just thought youâ€™d like to know.â€ His voice no longer smart ass or sarcastic. Maybe even a bit helpful. He was ending up back to himself.