She knew jealousy was a little pointless at the moment, after all he -had- sort of proven his desire for her at the moment he'd kidnapped her, and she doubted he'd change his mind now.  She quietly moved some of her clothing into his room, including a fair chunk of the lingerie he'd bought for her.  When he spoke again she turned, and smiled, stepping into his arms.  She'd pulled on a tank top and faded jeans that clung to her figure, emphasizing her slender waist and tight full curves.<br/><br/>"No..  I don't want to leave thats rude..  I just..  don't like the idea of that bitch being alone with you." she paused, and smiled faintly. "I don't imagine you'd be too happy if I was driving out to pick up a guy.."