Pike searched her face as she sat there in the chair and then his lip curled in a very slight sneer. "Liar." She'd been scared. He'd seen it enough in his time in hell, he knew damn well how to pick it out in people. "You are afraid of me." His head tilted to one side, more and more of that old defense sliding back into place. He still hadn't moved towards her or made any hostile moves, but this wasn't a good sign. What made her stay? Why wasn't she running? He could rip her apart if he wanted to, and he knew she knew it. So why was she still sitting there?
The sneer faded. Once again, there was simply that curious, studying look. Several moments of silence passed as he tried to figure her out. Somewhere along the way, he started talking. "There was a cop in Compton. He was working with a small pack of Bloods. It was sort of funny, really, the way hell brought people together. Or maybe he was just a crooked cop, I don't know. Anyway, he was trying to mount a resistance. I tracked him to an abandoned warehouse where he was holed up with seven of his cronies. I tore through all of his soldiers, and then I ripped him open and spilled him out all over the floor. He was the hero of the piece and I ended him without so much as a second thought. I don't even remember his name, or his face. Neither mattered. I didn't care who he was, I didn't care what his reasons were, I just killed him. Just. Like. That."
She hadn't screwed up. It was still entirely possible that she could get through to him, but now that he knew she'd been afraid, even for one second, he had an opening he could exploit. He wouldn't hurt her, not ever, but now that he'd seen his opening he was pretty sure he could make her go away without laying a hand on her.