Taking a moment and focusing on her table to calm down, Mickey thought about how to handle this. Then, she looked up. “Look- Look, what I’m doing might be botherin’ you but- Tha’- does not mean I’ll stop. Maybe if it bothers you so much you should jus’ quit staring at me.” She attempted to sound threatening, almost glaring at him, her lip quivering. “I’ve got ticks I can’t change jus’ because they bother someone I don’ even know.”
"Oh yes because I had almost forgotten, your life actually means something." The young man almost cackled as began to slowly circle her, thankful that the cafe was entirely empty apart from them. He tugged at her hair and softly touched her shoulders before finally coming back into her field of vision. "I could kill you." he stated simply, tilting his head. "Throw your miserable body into a ditch, never to be found again, so don't act tough with me dear - or I'll slit your throat." Jasper warned cryptically, a mad grin itching it's way onto his lips.
