The man's grin widens at that... and he falls right into step behind. When the elf nearly trips over her own high-heeled shoes, the ork-blooded man actually laughs out loud, and she feels an appreciative smack against her ass. Behind them, the sounds of battle continue... but in their little bubble, the man is easily able to press close enough for her to hear his words.<br/><br/>"You're really in a hurry, aren'cha?" The man's words practically drip derision, and Riley feels a calloused hand press up against her shoulder, shoving her forward, until she has to catch herself on the dirty brick wall of the alley.<br/><br/>And then, the sun blocks out... for a moment, she hopes that it's Drew, but when she turns around she finds that it's just the thug, sitting and waiting for her with that feral, hungry grin on his face.<br/><br/>"You're gettin' your wish, girlie. Why don't ya start by unbuttonin' that top of yours, an' give me a reason why I should bother doin' anything besides crackin' your skull with this wrench?"