He smirked softly and tilted his head to the side, “So you don't wish to take me up on my offer to get this bounty off your head, huh?” He said, starting as if he stated that from the begining. “I have a solutions to stop this frightful life of running, that at this point, is entirely your fault if you don't hear me out.” He said, walking over to the edge of the branch and sitting down, his back towards her. “I mean... you could keep running, having men and even a few women chasing after you—hell, sure, sounds like a party to me!” He said, it was sarcastic, but he said it so casually it sound as if he was serious. He dug into his waist pocket and pulled out a fancy cigarette, it was black with a silver filter; he lifted his finger—oddly the same one he had flicked her ear with—and touched the tip, lighting it instantly.<br/><br/>He took his time inhaling and blowing out the smoke, “What's left to lose? I could easily turn you in with the state your in now, but I didn't, I could also go back and get those hunters to come and finish you off—but I wont.” He left the cigarette in his mouth and held his stark white hands up, wiggling his fingers to show he wasn't reaching any where; his back was still towards her.