His legs carried him quicker than most because he was tall and long legged but when they got to the end of the building he slowed his stroll considerably. He did not turn to look at her. He refused to look at her.
"Selene," he didn't mean to sound mad but the name was clipped spoken with some pent up anger. He stopped before an alleyway and turned just then, back to the alley and hand reaching out to take her wrist.
"It's Thomas. I'm Thomas. I don't have another name, I don't want another name and I think you want to hear something different," he challenged her there, waited to hear what she would say about that.