"Why yes, we do! How observant of you,<em> Stefy.</em>" He sassed her with such condescending sarcasm, it was as if he was lashing her with a verbal whip. "We also have a tendency to like not running around half naked. But hey, if you want to donate<em>your</em>shirt to the cause, I won't complain." He flashed her a wide grin, as he essentially told her to put up or shut up.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm wagering that you're in on this somehow. It would take somebody rich and well connected to pull this farce off. And you always have loved to watch people squirm around you, haven't you? So what better place than being right here, with front row seats?" Though his voice remained oddly mirthful, almost teasing, their was a darker tint to it, vaguely threatening.