I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
She’d clearly lived a very sheltered life if she’d never run into any assholes of his caliber or greater before. The kind that, almost exclusively, don’t accept fucking apologies. Her irritability, rather than further aggravating his own, does just the opposite. Honestly, he really only lived for watching others get pissed over petty shit anyway.
So, to no one’s great surprise except probably hers, rather than getting upset over her lackluster insult, he lets loose an abrupt bark of laughter. “You know, I’ve heard of some pretty fucking creative invitations to get inside someone, but I give you credit.” His smirk is decidedly lewd as he pins her with his dark gaze. “If you wanted to bump uglies though, all you had to do was ask.”
He half expects her to run screaming for the hills at this point. A disappointment, but hell if he wasn’t used to disappointments.
He’s just getting warmed up though.
He never moves from his casual stance against the tree despite the suggestive words. Based on her reaction thus far, he suspected the words would be more than enough to get her back up. He might be a shitty opportunist, but he’s a lazy shitty opportunist. Hell if he was doing more than fucking necessary. Unless, of course, it involved said alluded activities.
Somehow he thinks she’s not the fucking type though. All puns intended.
“It’s either bullshit, or your fucking boring as balls,” he counters idly, his voice dropping to an amused drawl. “Either way, same goddamned thing.”
