Meto was trying to be calm. To be in control. It wasn't working very well yet he clearly was not planning on backing down. Not any time soon or ever. He glares at the guards. Showing his own displeasure in their very presence within his garage. He returns his gaze to her. Staring at her. "Yeah...grownups with all brawn and absolutely not even a grain of intelligence up in their coconuts." he says in dry sarcasm. He looks at her. "You say no need yet you created the problems by impolitely bursting into my home's garage. Uninvited and unwanted." he points out.<br/><br/>Looking at her. He wasn't backing down. Not even to this dangerous as all get out chick. His tone tenative, shy and timid. Yet still filled with sheer stubborn headed defience. He crosses his arms across his chest in a sign of defience. He looks at her. "I know I am in a spot. I am standing in a spot." he points to the circle shadow his bikes skeleton cast. "See...standing in a spot." he says. Being smartassed mouthy again. He looks at her. And watches her get off the steel table he hadn't yet put stuff on. "No. I am not doing either. My answer is not paying you. And not giving you anything worth your dellusion payment concept." he glares. "I owe you nothing for living in my own home." he says. Defiently yet it was cute coming from him.<br/><br/>He backs up with every step forward she made towards him. "So to simplify. I say no. I refuse. I am not giving you anything." he says bluntly.