Drake smirked at the girl's reaction to him. She was scared. Perfect. Drake liked it when he had the upper hand. And his adversary being scared of him was a great way for him to be on top of things. She was convinced that he had no intention to kill her. How mistaken she was. Drake just didn't intend to kill her yet. For all his criminal ventures and ruthlessness, Drake refused to kill people without a reason. It wasn't always a great reason, but he lived by it as a kind of moral code. His eyes narrowed as the girl spoke to him, being completely belligerent. There was no call for that attitude. He was simply exerting his right to find out why a stranger was following one of his men.<br/>"You seem to be under the impression that I have some reason not to kill you for being here. And also a strange delusion it doesn't concern me. You're dead wrong girl. That man is a client of mine and anything that happens to him would set my business back for quite a long time. Now I ask again. Why are you following him?"<br/>He withdrew the blade, enjoying the way the low light in the street danced mysteriously along the blade. He would indeed kill her if she proved to be a threat to him. Drake didn't care one way or another about her life. As far as he was concerned, she had already offered it to him by drawing his attention to her with her actions.