"Trust me" he said, leaning down, placing his face inches above hers. "I Don't need to boast" he told her, smirking. "You'll know when I'm on top" he told her, placing his hand on her knee, but also checking if she'd noticed the watch he'd planted on her yet. Pressing it into her leg, he sighed mentally. Tomorrow she could trade it.<br/><br/>He drew away again, walking to the side of her cell. "I'm not here to take the food from your mouth, Blair" he told her, simply. "I'm just here to point out you told me you were going to kill me, and here I am, telling you of your certain demise" he said, then looked over at her. "Ironic, no?" he said.