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no problem, thanks for having an AW when I needed one XD
He moved slowly towards her, laughing as he did. In his mind his laugh hadn't seemed so nasty and callous. In reality nothing he did seemed as bad as it actually was. He had inherited it from his mother, she was the one person who would turn a blind eye to his games. But in the end pressure from peers and the soon retiring Miroslav had forced her to do otherwise. What irritated him though was that he saw no sorrow in her eyes and in the end he found himself happy to leave. He had matured a lot since then however and now found himself craving the respect and responsibility he had once been offered if he calmed his games.
He considered his next move, smiling softly, almost crulely. And then he spoke, 'I'm not going to hurt you'. His words were abrupt, but none the less relaxed by his the natural charm in his voice. He had no right to tell her to do anything, in fact all he had said was that he didn't suppose that they wouldn't enjoy trespassing. He smiled again, he was enjoying this actually, this was somewhere near respect he guessed.