Of course, what came next made him smirk. "You're worried about me. No need to be Suzy, look..." he said, lifting up his shirt to show her his flat abs. "All is right as rain with me now. That's the power of an alcoholic bender for a weekend, you know..." Still, her next few comments made the slow smile settle a bit on his face. "Uh oh... I'm being a jerk on the outside, but I'm really warm and squishy on the inside. Puh-leeze Suzy. I'm not sure what sort of bullshit you dug up out of my file, wherever you managed to get it, but there's nothing about me that's all kind and secretly loves children. I am who I am... that's it, the whole story, it's just that you seem to have some bizarre fascination with pushing me into some mold of a tragic human behing you think I am..." he muttered.
At her last comment he smirked a little and then pushed off of her desk. He could see her get a little defensive as he came close, but it wouldn't stop him from roughly pushing her back against her bed, leaning over her and planting an arm on either side of her to make her feel trapped beneath him while his knee placed itself dangerously high between her slightly seperated legs, high enough that she would feel the heat of him in her most intimate areas even though she didn't quite feel the touch unless she were to close her legs a bit.
"I told you why I helped you Suzy, I was looking for an easy way into your pants." He said in a calm, cold, calculating tone. "I wanted to see how it felt having you riding me all night long. They say that dancers are supposed to be crazy in the sack, after all. But while we're going down the road of psycho analysis... what about you Suzy? I think you're just projecting your little 'I push the world away' issue onto me. So what happened to you Suzy? you couldn't have been raped, or there's no way in hell you would have let a strange guy in your room in the first place. Yet the idea of even letting a guy see you naked is enough to make you squirm." He leaned in closer so she could feel his chest lightly brushing against the tops of her breast, his breath hot on her lips as he looked into her eyes.
"What exactly are you hiding under there?" he purred out lightly, knowing that she would probably start trying to crawl out from underneath him so she could feel comfortable again. He wanted to make her blink... back up a bit, and throw her off balance so she'd stop asking questions about his life. It was none of her fucking business, after all.