Servos would stare her down before shrugging, "I don't need help to show you the difference between the two of us," he told her in a cool tone of voice. "Nor am I in need of a gun," he said his tone turning cold as he kept his gaze steady. "I have plenty of convential means of subduing you, face too face," he said a light grin growing. "It's much more satisfying to see your gaze dull and grey up close then it is to sit and hide," he told her as he'd take another step forward before he'd gesture for her to move. "Once more it's your move," he told her, "I won't be so kind again," he told her his cold gaze watching every muscle on her body. More focused on her hips, it'd allow him to see where she was moving, she couldn't feign a move if her hips weren't turning, and when he was able to determine that he'd then turn his gaze to what followed after.