Meto glares at her salty sweet smile. "Don't play syrupy sweet with me Miss Mindy. Your sugary sweet smile and tone does not fool me." he says bluntly. Tightening his grip on his wrench. More to maintain his grasp over his fear factor than to be threatening. He almsot shivered at her strength within the purrng of her words. He glares at her. "Then why bring the buffoons with you in the first place?" he asks. Genuinely confused by that. If she didn't need them why have them?<br/><br/>He backs up again. She was too close. She might be small framed but she ironically had a good inch or two on him. He bites his lower lip when his back hits the wall behind him. Shaking his head. "No. One have no money to give you. Two have nothing that would be of any worth to give you instead of money." he was stating it simply yet honestly. He didn't like how she kept closing that small gap of space between them.<br/><br/>And now he didn't have anywhere else to go to. Sliding along the three feet of bare wall wasn't a smart idea. Would leave him cornered. Even more so than he was now. He tries to hide the shiver of fear at her words. He was clearly the type to defy and argue even when afraid and backed in a corner. He looks at her. Watching them act like dogs as she treated them like dogs. He shivers. "I am not your puppy dog. I am not going to scrap and do as you bid."