Elariel's grip around the hunter tightened as he begun moving back towards the shadows. She had expected instant retaliation, not jibes about dates and going home with her. She could feel his muscled flex and shift as he stepped backwards and then wondered if her approach was miscalculated. Either way she was too committed to her course of action. Despite the fact that he offered her a convenient out, she wasn't sure if she could trust him enough to just let her leave. It was likely that, as soon as she started her retreat, he would follow her and give him the same release he had given to his kinsmen.<br/><br/>Instead of giving in to him she knew that she had to stay true to her plan. She pulled the knife a little more firmly against his skin and looked over her shoulder. If he backed into a wall she'd be in for a world of pain. She could only hope that whatever action he chose would set off the magic in her Frost Armour and slow him down so that she could gain the upper hand. If it didn't she figured that she should at least be able to fit in two spells before he got the better of her, so she planned to make them good ones.<br/><br/>"I've never been rejected before, it hurts," Elariel said, her voice filled with mock pain, "but luckily for me, I wasn't giving you a choice. One more chance to come quietly, or my blade will feast on your blood."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>