Clay stood before her, her words gracing his ear, almost pulling his lips along with them into that smirk of his. If anything, she was always good for a laugh, always knowing how to spark amusement. "You're not, are you? I find that very hard to believe," he chuckled, watching her facial expression change. She tried to look tough, pull herself to seem bigger than him, yet he still knew what made her tick, what could bring her close enough to the edge to have her knees buckle and prove just how beneath him that she truly was."Teasing tactics? I'm merely giving you a taste of what you refuse to take yourself. If I were to turn my back from you, you would just run right after me, as you've done so many times before. You lack the skill to take the things you want, my dear, and I know full well how badly you want me." His words resembled a purr, low, almost moaning, one eye closing to a momentary wink. "Ah, at that, you have a point, as no one, including yourself, is worthy of my time. I merely shadow of someone who knows how to grab what they long for, because I could stand here for eons and you would still not act. Lest you decide to prove me wrong, I intend to leave you here, alone."