He smirked. "But you were the one who wanted to go out and have fun, remember?" His grin broadened considerably as he stepped forward. "Trust me. We're gonna have lots of it. Tell me: how do you feel about tasting your insides?" He hardly looked concerned about her getting away. But that's only because he knew that she wouldn't be able to.
"I think," he said with a laugh, "That this is the part where you start running. Go ahead. Make my night."