He went to take her hand and looked to her fingers, "maybe. Maybe not. But I don't play your game little one. I'm no yo-yo you can reel in at your desire. Eventually, I'll find something new to play with, and someone willing. And you're wrong. I didn't murder him for the fun of it. I killed him for the chaos it brought. Random destruction. This," he glanced around him then, "is just a bored girl trying to impress an old bastard like me because she thinks she has an up."
He dropped her hand and rose. He felt she just figured he'd run after her like a dog in heat. He was never one to do what people expected of him. He winked to her then, "and I'm not the only one who thinks they are special darling."
He walked to the bar and leaned on it. Even he had limits. She could toy with him, but he was no prey for her to toy with until it laid down and died. It got boring to just watch her string him along. He wasn't that stupid.