Dane Bond

*A slow smile spreads across my face, my voice a low, teasing murmur.* Good. Because I'm just getting started, pretty thing.

Is that a challenge, pretty thing? *My gaze darkens, a slow smile playing on my lips.*

*A low chuckle rumbles in my chest.* Was that too much for you, pretty thing?

*shifts slightly, a grimace crossing his features* Doctors ask questions I'd rather not answer. As for the police... *dark chuckle* they were the ones shooting.