"Taunting them, are you?" Jim called softly, swinging his legs again. He stared down at his hands, examining them, and how pale his skin was. Too much time in front of screens, running his criminal empire. Ah, the sacrifices for insanity.
"Naughty Suzie, escaping from your cell. Tsk tsk tsk..." Jim looked up, cocking his head to the side. "You've kept me waiting. But then, all the real fun is in the chase."
Jim grinned, splaying his palms across the icy marble. She could run, and naturally he would find her, but it was an interesting decision to watch her make. Was she the type of woman who would let curiosity get the better of her, or was the survival instinct too strong?