He was arrogant to a fault but then, was it really a fault if he could back it up? He didn't think so but then Alex could sometimes be so focused on the past. On the Hal that was already likely to have slipped in his world. She'd detox him, have a few months of secrets and lies and then the Him trapped the veneer of 'good intentions' would push free. So while he was here, why not give her and the city at large a taste of the future.
"What do I want? I want to break you. Its fairly obvious isn't it. This isn't about any remnants of love or feeling, every time I touch you, every kiss. I want you to want it and yet to know that its a betrayal of your love. To know that you'll still beg for it because its real and its now and because you know he'll never touch you quite like I will. Oh you'll see similarities, of course you will, we share a history, we share so much. But the man you loved in me is long dead and the man you love in the other. Well, he'll die a slow death right in front of you and you'll see it coming. Which frankly I'm sad I'm going to miss."
He could say all he wanted to her, be as cruel and vicious as he was able to be. And yet she wouldn't leave.
"And what you want from me, girl, is to feel. Its so glaringly obvious, because all I have to do is..."
His lips found her neck at the same moment his fingers caressed along her breasts sliding down to her stomach through the jacket she could never remove. He stepped in closer, only one hand now tightly gripping her wrist. Though he doubted very much he needed to anymore.
"You look good in that outfit you know? Special occasion?" he added mockingly, his breath hot with every word.