A fifteen-year-old dreamer could lose her head to this kind of talk, but Sarah wasn't the girl anymore. She might still be, beneath, but atop that was ten years of life experienced that colored what he said, just as much as her experience with him did so. She wasn't going to fall for his pretty lies and temptations when she knew that the thing behind them was nothing but illusion, nothing but danger of losing herself to his games.
That he honestly seemed to believe himself floored her.
"You're insane," she breathed, as if having just made a delicate discovery. She wasn't going to be intimidated further, not by him, as she had nothing he could take and she wouldn't give him a chance to find something else to use against her. The kitten had been his gift, and she wasn't about to send off a defenseless creature to prove a point, but she didn't have to accept anything else from him. She didn't even need to be standing here, so why the hell was she still?