Andras' eyes stayed on hers no matter how she shifted, she had managed to capture his curiosity and that was a feat all in itself. He smiled, "Jealousy. A classic." he slid off the counter and moved closer to her, "I have to say I don't blame him. If you were mine, I rather you dead than another man touch you." and since he didn't lie, one might get the feeling he'd done such a thing before. Andras didn't handle infatuation well. It was.. messy. Distracting. Disturbed with his work. It was easier to get rid of it than deal with it.