Glaran looked down at Elizabeth's attempt to kick him. She being barefooted and without much room to manouvre meant that he barely felt a thing, but he appreciated the effort. When he raised his eyes to hers, a lazy smile was painted on his face. "Darling, this isn't going to work," he crooned.<br/><br/>He suddenly stepped back, out of her reach, almost but not quite blending with the shadows. Their eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to provide some vision. He put his dagger away and spread his hands slightly, showing Elizabeth his empty palms. "Why don't you try again?" He smiled again, slowly and infuriatingly.