Meto blinks as she leaned down to his ear. He felt her lips upon it and turned pink as she kissed it. Shivering and looks at her. To keep him breathing? He wasn't afraid of these brainless thugs. But she touched her cool cheek to his warm one and shivers again. There was something inhumanly cold about her. And he wasn't meaning in the emotional way. As in she was physically colder than a person should be. He merely glares at her for her vieled threat within the warning.<br/><br/>He glares at the thug who said that. He lets out a venomous sound towards the thug. Cringing and wincing as the man once more held his wrists tightly. Within an iron grip to the point it was causing the handcuffs to bruise him. He looks around the house. It looked gothic. And it was a bit weird that it looked that way. And there was also something very forboding and dark about this house.<br/><br/>He smelled flowers and seemed to relax. He loved flowers. He had been planning to make one of his own in his yard. He loved flowers. They were beautiful and nonjudgmental. To a degree. That and he had a wonderful green thumb where gardens were concerned. He lets out a soft sigh and oofs as the thug jerked him around roughly.<br/><br/>He looks at her and watches her sit upon the velvet couch. He wonders what she is looking at. "Pizza. Pepperoni pizza." he says simply. Looking at her and frowning. "Extra cheese." he adds. "And four cheese  macaroni and cheese." he adds. Not really believing he was going to get what he wanted. Half expecting to die or it be bread and water. Like a prisoner. Yet half hoping he really would get the food.<br/><br/>He yipes as the thug tossed him onto the couch next to her roughly. It took a couple of minutes but he managed to flexibly sit himself back up. No hands used. Kinda hard when your handcuffed behind your back. And he was physically weakened at the moment. Something in this handcuffs...perhaps the iron...he always got weak around iron...was making him feel very weak.<br/><br/>He waits to see if he got the food. Something told him he was about to get interrogated about himself. He hoped not.