Lois's eyes flew wide when he grabbed her, and her chest heaved, her breathing growing heavy, as she found herself looking right into those eyes, so familiar, and yet so foreign at the same time. Her shoulders trembled lightly, and a certain mix of fear and unwanted desire filled her face. She knew now, without a doubt, this was the one that had so taunted her, and had so pushed herself to thoughts that she practically hated herself for.
She tried to remain strong, remain firm, and glared up at him as she spoke. "I am not your sweetheart... Wacko. And what the hell do you want now?"