Lungs are practically screaming against his body, that ghosting hand on his chest just gives him a target, his eyes dropped to it with an amused drag of his gaze before flicking right back up to her face. It takes just a single touch and his mind lights on fire like he's some love-struck teenager standing in front of his crush. Losing the upper hand against her is always more difficult, more taxing. He lets the silence grow on them just long enough to be completely obnoxious. And then, he laughs, the kind of laugh that makes people want to punch him. ‘ My friends are going to be back any minute, ‘ he mimics in a high, mocking sing-song tone. Letting out a sharp, breathy snort he gives it all to his eye roll. ‘ Ooh, scary. Should I be shaking in my boots? Are the Scooby Gang gonna roll up and hit me with a lecture and a magic dagger? I'm terrified, Bonnie, truly. I might just dissolve into a puddle of tears right here. ‘ He leans in even closer, invading what little space she has left against the counter, his smile turning sharper. He doesn't care about the hand pressed against his chest; in fact, god, he loves it. His tongue draws over his lips just long enough before his eyes lower to her lips before snapping back up to lock onto her eyes. ‘ There is no fun in leaving you alone, Bon bon. You're standing here trying to look all tough with your little hand-blockade, but your heart is pumping mad. I can hear it, you know. ‘ he murmurs, tapping a finger lightly against his own temple, grinning like an idiot. ‘ It’s practically deafening. Besides, walking out that door? That sounds like something a loser would do. And I'm not a loser anymore. I'm a totally changed man. Ask anyone. Well, don't ask the twins, they're total liars. ‘
