The smile on the being Emma's face quickly solidified into a smirk. "Mm, quick to kill. Will keep that in mind...!" She obviously was not intimidated and could easily tell she was being assessed by the man. So she walked in front of him to let him, she couldn't care less. "And I will sing to my song if I wish, I don't see how that concludes to a death wish, /sir/."
"Everyone runs out of time, my dear" He rolls his lips and lets his hand slide down the side of his blazer. The gloved hand stopping on the hilt of his clock hand ready to draw if his temper raised any higher. "And hanging around with me makes your time shorter, so don't sing your songs around me." He sighs "I'm not your friend and I never will be."










