Were we damned? [Trenton/Cheyenne] CLOSED

[WHISKEY]

"Not a bad walk. I'd be more than happy to accompany you on your walk. Make sure you get home safe." Sure, his words could come off as a way of trying to nonchalantly get invited in for a nightcap, or they could be taken the way that Trenton meant them to be taken. He was being polite and offering her a safe way to get home without any harm going to her. He hadn't any intention of going into her place and spending the night. That was until she said the next thing that was on her mind.

"I'm not normally a very outgoing person." Trenton replied to Cheyenne's remark about him picking up others. The truth of the matter was he hadn't cared enough to 'pick up' anyone in ages. The last time he actually had a one night stand must have been twenty years ago. And a relationship had always been out of the question. The other grotesques lived full lives, having relationships with each other and humans, working night jobs in different fields, some owning homes and having a different fling every night of the week. Which is what seemed to be Cheyenne's deal from what he'd gathered. She definitely got around. But he didn't.

When Cheyenne moved closer to Trenton he straightened up a bit, putting a little bit of height between their faces in case she was going to make a move. But his eyes were still intently on her, filled with more mystery and curiosity than what probably should have been there. He watched her in a long spell of silence, waiting to see if she said anything else. I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? He wanted to say yes, very. But he knew it would be harsh and it would spin the night into a different direction that he didn't want to go down. "Not at all." He fibbed and shook his head just a little, a shake left to right slowly once. Hardly enough to be much of a shake at all. "If I told you that you were very attractive, but I had no intention of sleeping with you tonight.. what would you say?" He asked, wondering if she'd find his question offensive or not. She'd probably get offended and her demeanor change with a snap of fingers. At least that's how he assumed she would react. He hoped that wasn't the case. But it was the most likely instance to happen.

[CUPCAKE]

She had an intuition that he wasn't being truthful when he proclaimed she wasn't making him uncomfortable. He pulled his body up, making the distance between their lips further. She could tell he wanted no part of her lips, proving her theory; she was making him very uncomfortable. It excited her knowing she had some amount of power over this well built, seemingly well put together man.

His next comment made her brows raise a little. She hadn't expected that to come from his lips, though she knew she should have. She took a half a step back, chuckling a little. "They're two separate statements." She concluded after a second. "What would I say to you finding me attractive?" She turned her head as she heard the drinks come, reaching for them both and offering Trenton his, "I would say thank you. That's obviously a compliment." She sipped her drink, her eyes on his now and the corners of her lips upturned.

"That second half, however, is simply a challenge." She explained. "You have no 'intention' to take me to bed, which isn't an absolute. Your intentions are to behave, to get to know me, to be a gentleman, which means taking me to bed tonight would be out of the question. The problem is you have yet to let your guard down, to relax and really enjoy yourself. Perhaps when that finally happens and your inhibitions fly out the window, you'll change your mind. Either way, I'm not ready to give up just yet." Cheyenne wasn't used to men being so resistant to her, but in a way it made the game more fun. A lot of the time she had to put up a front, this was the first time in quite some time that she was being told she had to work for what she wanted.

"So next step, lets get you relaxed. You have your drink, now tell me more about you.."

[WHISKEY]

Trenton listened to everything Cheyenne explained, telling him how his question could be broken down into two entirely different questions. Which he was pleased to hear her answer both of them. His eyes moved down to his drink and lingered for a long moment before giving a breathy little chuckle. "Well I have to say I admire your honesty." He told her and looked back into her eyes again. "You don't give up that easily I can see. Even though there are so many others here that would take you home in a heartbeat." His eyes left her so that he could glance around the bar quickly and then they landed back on the female in front of him. "What makes you stay here and bother with me?"

He knew that they had come to the bar together, arm in arm and he'd offered to buy her a drink. Except he never intended to take her home and sleep with her. He didn't like the risk of losing track of time and ending up staying long after sunrise. In fact, if he did do that he'd be stranded there until sunset. Not a good idea and although he'd known several others of his kind to do that he wasn't the sort. Although he hated his responsibilities and Guardian duties, he did them perfectly. He was careful and never toed any lines.

"What is there to say about me?" Trenton asked but he didn't expect Cheyenne to give him a reply. He was just thinking out loud. "I'm very mellow. Sure, I can dance to a beat and I can drink but I'm not the wild sort." He admitted to her, being entirely honest. "I guess it's just not in my nature. But I'm always willing to do what I have to, especially if it is to please a beautiful lady like yourself." He smirked a little and took a sip of his drink. "I guess you could say I'm a bit boring."

[CUPCAKE]

Flattery, she thought to herself. Flattery and insecurity. What makes you stay here and bother with me? He wanted her to build him up, or continue to. She had already done as much by bringing him there, giving him her full attention aside from maybe the drink in her hand. It wasn't enough, though. He needed to know why she would even give him a second glance. Trenton carried himself well; he dressed nicely, smelled good, kept his hair neat, if not a little long... why was he so insecure about a woman wanting to be with him? Of course there were easier options there, the knew this to be a fact, but he needed to know why she would bother with him, as if she herself was something special.

Well, you are, she thought to herself playfully. Or at least you come off that way. Cheyenne knew she was attractive, but it wasn't lokos alone. It was an attitude. It was the way she carried herself, the way she offered her attention to a person as if it were the greatest gift of all. Claire lacked this quality, though she was equally as attractive. Cheyenne was like her mother. Deep down, she knew it was true, she couldn't deny the animal inside, even if Claire somehow could. Claire was lucky; Claire must be like her father. Not that she or Claire would ever know what their fathers were like.

"Now where's the challenge in that?" She offered, still playing coy with him. It was more fun that way, and she could use the fun that evening. That evening that she was supposed to be hanging around the tree. There was always tomorrow, there were plenty of Guardians around.

"So, you're doing what you have to to please me?" She asked cocking a brow, surprised by how annoying the answer was. Sure, she was used to people not acting themselves to try and keep her attention, but they never admitted it, and that was a huge reason why she never bothered with the same guy more than once or twice. There were the exceptions, as there were to every rule, but even those wouldn't last long. So to have Trenton openly admit this was exactly what he was doing bothered her.

"You're only boring if you allow yourself to be." She shot back, not quite ready to give up. "Alright, here's the deal. I asked you out, you said yes. You brought me to a club, danced with me, got me drinks, and now you're trying to get to know me. Sort of." She laughed at the last part; he wasn't trying that hard though he did seem to want to get to know her in a sense. "You've already agreed to walk me home, though your intentions are strictly pure, at least momentarily. Why?" She asked, resting an elbow on the bar. "You obviously wanted something this evening, and don't you dare tell me it was to be polite, not unless your intentions are to get rid of me this second." Her face was still playful, showing she wasn't making threats. "How do you want this night to go?"

[WHISKEY]

Trenton continued to lean against the bar, his eyes down towards the ground momentarily before meeting hers again. He listened to her, finding it curious that they were going back and forth in the sense that they were. It was as if they were doing a sort of tug of war with their wants and desires. Their feelings and thoughts. A banter that could go on endlessly, and although Trenton did not like to talk about himself or disclose private information to people he had just met, he couldn't help but feel entertained and find himself willing to go at this. He could do it until the sun came up and he was forced to stop. However, he wasn't sure just how long she was willing to keep it up.

"You're right. I did want something this evening. I wanted to do something that I normally wouldn't do. I wanted to do something different and out of character. Agreeing and coming here with you," Trenton said and his expression brightened a little more, losing a bit of his brooding stature. "that was it." He could have sat under the Tree all night long and let his own thoughts drone on and on in his head until he grew weary. It wouldn't have been anything different than what he normally did. No matter where he was, he could do that and be content with it. He wasn't too sociable to begin with, but he knew how to be when he had to be. "I'm perfectly happy with what you just said. Walking you home and wishing you a good night is plenty for me. That is how I want this night to go; seeing you home safe." He offered, although if she told him that she would prefer he didn't know where she lived he was fine with that too. He couldn't help it though, that he was such a gentleman. "And you? What do you want out of this night?"

[CUPCAKE]

"Well I'm glad I was able t help break up the monotony of your life." She said with a little smirk, sipping at the drink in her hand and eying him up again. She couldn't help but enjoy him to some degree. The evening seemed to continuously go up and down; her being frustrated with him and then her enjoying his answers, making him think about acting on the desires he had yet to realize were there, or if they were, refusing to acknowledge.

His want for the night changed her mind once again. He didn't want to go upstairs with her, and if he did he was doing a good job of hiding it. "Walking me home and wishing me a good night." She said, practically repeating word for word what he had wanted the night to end with, but of course she didn't stop there. "Seeing me home safe." As if she needed someone to keep her safe, "Maybe keeping me safe all night.." She continued. "Preferably without clothes on." She grinned at him and then let out a laugh. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Some more of that dancing sounds good, maybe another round or three." She offered a wink and then raised her brows, "Which I would be happy to pay for." She knew he wouldn't allow her to, though.

She knew she sounded a little slutty, but she was okay with this. "Anyway, that's how I would like the night to end. Whether it will or not, who knows, but I do know this." She took another sip and put the glass down on the bar top. "I'm enjoying myself. At least for the time being. Probably a lot more than I would if I were sitting up in that tree all night."

[WHISKEY]

Trenton let out a breathy chuckle at the flirtatious words Cheyenne continued to pour out of her mouth. His eyes looked over the top of her head and around at the other occupants with a sense of uncertainty that he was the right person she was saying these things to. Maybe his old fashioned niceties were past their expiration, but he couldn't change the type of person he was. He was old and from another time, but his looks and his mind were still that of a twenty-something year old. His wants and desires, although sometimes masked by his polite demeanor, were still those of a young adult. He was old in age but young at heart and spirited still. So although he acted as if he did not like her coming onto him in such a strong manner, in a way he knew the women of his own time would not, he couldn't help but find it elating deep down inside. His tongue swept over his lips as if he were thirsty, yet he was not parched. He was thirsty for something different.. for change. Change that Cheyenne was so willing to give to him that it made him hesitant. His mind was telling him to remain calm and not give in to the temptations that this woman brought, but the rest of him was tempted. Driven by desire and urge to pursue something exciting and different.

He turned his body partially away from her for a moment, facing the bar for a moment and then slowly turning back to her. Almost as if he had to take a second to choose his words wisely. Even though he already knew what he was going to say. It was just a matter of taking the time to consider the constant conflict that always seemed to go on in his head. He was a torture soul without meaning to be. It wasn't intentional and he tried not to act the part, but sometimes it was inevitable. It was just the way he was. "You're more alluring than most women I've met. You're confident and bold to speak your mind freely." He was positive women of that particular generation often spoke their mind and weren't afraid to be blunt and honest. Some more than others, he had seen a few coaxed into it after a few cocktails. But as a whole, women were more outspoken than when he was a child. "Maybe it is just that I don't surround myself with many women, but I have to tell you that you're very hard to say no to. I'm sure you already know that." Trenton fed her the compliment, figuring she already knew she was hard to decline when it came to an invitation into her bed.

The male stood there watching her, the intent stare not leaving his face as he already knew she was close to him. He decided to take an arm and wrap it around her waist, placing his palm against the small of her back in a gesture to show that he was still on board and willing to let the night play out. "We'll see just how long the night will last first, hm?" He offered and then nodded towards the dance floor. "I would be honored if you'd left me have this dance." Trenton knew she still wanted to dance and he pressed his fingers against the soft skin of her back in a gesture to encourage her to go in that direction. It was light enough without being forceful or even making her move, just a form of communication that hadn't been spoken.

The music was constantly playing different tunes to keep the dance floor crowded. The very dance floor was heating up from the close proximity of bodies giving off heat. Sweat could be seen beading off the collar bone of a young who was grinding her hind side up against a man in a cowboy hat and boots to match. Trenton noticed a few wet spots on the dance floor and he was sure it was the result of bottles of beer being swayed and bounced around while the men tried to prove they were able to multitask by drinking and dancing that way they didn't have to stop doing one in order to do the other. Must make the experience twice as fun for them considering the way half of them were dancing Trenton was positive they already had more than their fill of the booze.

"Come on." He encouraged once more to Cheyenne with a little smile playing over his lips this time, his eyes finding hers once more. "Bars aren't for talking, they're for drinking and dancing. So let's dance."

[CUPCAKE]

She did know she was hard to say no to, which was why she often did as she pleased. She only smiled at his comment, surprised at how much she didn't like being called out on it. Other girls hated girls like her. There was nothing magic about Cheyenne, but she did as she pleased, because she felt like it, and often got away with it. Her mother had often done the same thing, proud of her ability to interfere in the lives of others, or to obtain things or information that were pointless only so she could. Cheyenne's mother seemed to pride herself on those things, and sometimes Chey did the same, but there was a part of her that felt almost guilty about it now. She put up a challenge; she was going to bring Trenton home. He had said no, which made her more prone to throwing anything she could at him to get him to agree, and now he was telling her she could win if she wanted. But...did she want to now?

Too much thinking, not enough drinking. The girl pushed the thought from her mind, intent on enjoying herself and seeing where the night went. Maybe she would deny him access when he walked her home, but she knew that would only happen if he actually wanted to come up. If he didn't, she would likely try and pursuade him to. Why did she need to play this game with every man she dragged home? Maybe she should attempt to get so smashed that she truly didn't know what she was doing, but there was danger in that. She didn't like losing all control, it was dangerous. Especially when she had a feeling this was no ordinary man she was dealing with.

Cheyenne allowed Trenton to pull her onto the dance floor, taking his hand and grinding her body against his as the other dancers were doing around them. The two drinks she had were slowly working their way through her system, and though she was far from drunk, she felt good, more fluid in her movements, and maybe even a little more carefree. She liked the way Trenton paid attention to her, as she had all her suitors, and though her eyes occasionally wandered, she found them easily going back to him. There was something different about Trenton; the way he acted, the way he spoke, the way he touched her. He wasn't like the other guys on the dance floor that night. There was wisdom in his eyes, as if he knew something more than the others there.

The minutes seemed to tick by like seconds, the music, movement and liquor hypnotizing Cheyenne as she continued to dance with her mysterious suitor, drink with him, and hold casual conversation, though mostly words didn't need to be spoken. The bar slowly began to clear, the dance floor as well. They weren't the last ones there by any means, but the crowd had definitely began to dwindle. She wasn't tired yet, still having a few hours left in her, but the walk was long and she realized she wanted to get to know Trenton maybe just a little better. He'd caughter her interest if nothing else, and not simply as a partner in bed. "Care to walk me home?" She asked, her head tilting lightly to the side as her hair cascaded over her shoulder, one hand at her side, the other still casually placed on his shoulder. She leaned back a little, looking up into his eyes as her body stayed mostly close to his, at least from the waist down. "Seeing as you're such a gentleman.."

[OOC: Let me know if I should change anything]

[WHISKEY]

He could tell right away that Cheyenne had her fill of alcohol and he was more than ready to leave the rowdy bar scene for the evening. Not to mention it was starting to grow late although he had plenty of time left before the sun was to rise and cast him back into his stone coffin. "Of course I'll escort you home. As long as you can still manage to stay on your two feet. Or should I get us a cab?" He offered right off the bat noticing how she was leaning into him. Trenton wrapped an arm around her to keep her steady, his form not looking as if it were any effort on his part to do such. He could easily throw her over his shoulder and carry her if he had to but the problem was he didn't have a clue where she lived. Not to mention it wouldn't look right nor would it be very gentlemanly of him to do that to her.

"Come on. Let's get away from the entrance at least." He looked up and noticed a few bikers coming out after them and heading over toward the line of motorcycles and throwing their legs over what must have been their own bikes and simply sitting there, straddling the bike as each of them seemed to light up a cigarette. Smoking was such a nasty habit in Trenton's opinion, and he'd never picked up on it. Some of the others had but it wasn't for him. His eyes lingered on them a moment for no reason in particular except to be slightly curious before turning his attention back to Cheyenne and offering her a smile.

All the dancing mixed with the alcohol left him parched and wanting a bottle of water. He made sure to make a mental note to stop at one of the twenty-four hour gas stations on the way back to City Hall so that he could pick one up and guzzle it. If there was one thing he didn't like was sleeping with a bad thirst since he couldn't just easily go get something. No. During the day he was trapped.

"So are you going to tell me which direction we're heading in or are we going to teleport there?" Trenton teased Cheyenne with his playful smile. Of course it was a joke. As far as he knew there was no one who could teleport. Or was there? He doubted it since he would have heard of it if it were at all possible. He licked his lips, his mouth dry and trying to moisten it a bit. He then took his index and thumb and wiped the corners of his mouth so that it didn't look like he was drooling on himself. That wouldn't have been very attractive at all.

[CUPCAKE]

She laughed at the cab comment, though it wasn't really that funny. It actually wasn't funny at all, but the alcohol was sinking in and when that happened, things that weren't that funny seemed funnier for some reason. Claire was always funnier after Cheyenne had a bottle of wine. Claire was actually funnier after SHE had a bottle of wine! "I think I'm capable of walking. The fresh air will help." She insisted with a nod holding onto him as they made their way out, even though she was plenty capable of holding herself up. She wasn't that far gone.

"Alright." She said once they got out and she looked around. She'd walked home from there at least a hundred times before, the path was burned in her head. Of course there were two routes she could take; the one she took with company, and the one she took without. Naturally, she wouldn't take him on her own personal path home since that included some very impossible seeming jumps along the way. She still had a secret to keep. The question was, did he? "We're going this way. Actually it's straight until we get to Hickory and then we turn right. Left on 23rd and then Spruce."

She casually looped her arm with his and let him walk with her down the street, the sounds of the bar still echoing deep in her ear, though they were simply ghosts of the evening past. The music from the bar was still audible, but just barely as they made their way down the city street, arms linked. "If I could teleport..." She started, a thoughtful look creasing her face as her eyes moved towards the moon. "Well, I certainly wouldn't be asking anyone to accompany me for a walk home, especially someone who wasn't planning on walking me all the way to my bed." There was a heavy air of taunting in her voice, as if she were challenging him to come all the way up to her room. "I would simply...poof! Just like that, be in bed already. Beats walking he city in..." She looked down at the flats on her feet. She hadn't been dressed to the nines as she often did for clubbing, but still looked nice. "Well, normally I'm wearing heels." She explained and let out a laugh.

Her eyes moved over him as the music seemed to grow a little more distant. "You're different." She stated suddenly. "There's something about you that's very different than other men. You're...chivalrous." That seemed like the right word. "And people say chivalry is dead. Pfft...whoever said that obviously hasn't met someone like you." She baited him, knowing it wouldn't get far. But maybe he would have a good explanation for why he was the way that he was.

[trentonsullivan]

He listened as Cheyenne rambled and laughed at every little thing. It was odd at first, but then he realized she'd obviously had too many drinks that night. Sure, he'd had enough to give him a very strong buzz but he still had his head on his shoulders. He just wasn't sure how solid his judgment was at this very moment because of his own toll of consumed beverages. He thought he was only buzzing, but was he really? It was difficult to tell the line between buzzed and drunk when you were in that state. Others would be able to tell though.

"I suppose you're right." Trenton said to the teleporting comment and started to chuckle himself. Her laughter seemed almost contagious because soon he was laughing along with her close by his side and heading down the sidewalk in the direction of her residence. He just hoped she knew what direction they were going in.

As far as the comments about him taking her to bed he just brushed them off. She was persistent and he'd definitely give her that, but he was also not that type of man. Then again, his judgment was clouded and he knew anything could happen when they got to her apartment.

"I have to say I'm grateful you aren't wearing heels tonight Cheyenne. After how many times you nearly trampled my feet on that last dance I think I would have had to make a stop at the emergency room to keep my toes." He teased her and held her close so their hips were together as they took the nice stroll. "Ah, what a nice evening it is. The quarter moon is particularly bright tonight." He commented, his eyes moving up towards the moon and gazing up at it for a short time.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

He hadn't taken the bait! Or perhaps there was no bait to be taken. He did, however, tease her! Chey's jaw dropped playfully as she looked up at him, an amused, unbelieving scoff of a laugh escaped her mouth as she nudged him. "I did not step on your toes!" She argued, shaking her head and thinking back. "Well, like twice, but maybe it was on purpose." She added coyly, as if to play along with him.

This was the part of the night Cheyenne liked the most. Dancing was over, drinking was over, being dressed was almost over... "You're lucky I'm not wearing heels, otherwise I would be climbing on your back and insisting a ride home." She commented, knowing she had accepted rides on the backs of men on more than one occasion. Much more than one.

She looked up at the moon and then over at him. "You like moon gazing?" She asked, raising a brow. She looked back up at the moon and smirked. "Nothing more beautiful than a full moon." She commented, knowing that she wasn't thrilled with the full moon, but couldn't help but like it just a little. It was the one night out of the month that she could be something other than what she was. She could shift at any time, but being forced to do it was, in a sense, relieving. It was like scratching an itch that was hard to reach, but knowing you shouldn't scratch that spot. "You know the crazies come out on the full moon. Gotta be careful." She teased with a laugh.

[trentonsullivan]

He started to get the feeling that Cheyenne actually wanted him to pick her up and carry her home. Of course he could without any effort, his strength was much greater than any of the other men that Trenton assumed the female took home. And by now, he was sure she had taken over half of the men that were at the Jack Kit home with her. "Cheyenne, would you like to be carried?" He asked at the subtle hints. Although maybe they weren't hints at all. But it didn't stop him from his hand becoming firm against her just under her arm and swooping his upper body down so he could take her legs out from under her, nestling the crooks of her knees against his left arm as he cradled her in front of him with ease.

Trenton's expression showed he was having a good time, smiling at Cheyenne and then looking back up towards the moon. "The moon is beautiful." He agreed with her. "And as for the crazies," he looked down at her and chuckled softly. "Whether there's a full moon or a half moon, it doesn't stop the crazies." He told her and knew it was true. He loved the moon though, because it welcomed him unlike the sun. In his opinion the sun was a cruel child. At least that's how he saw it.

"Just another block if I know my streets as well as I think I do." Trenton said and looked around at the different street signs, knowing the address she'd given wasn't far from the bar. Probably why she liked it so much.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

When he asked if she wanted to be carried she looked up at him, slightly confused. She hadn't really thought about it, and it wasn't something she needed or necessarily wanted, but when he scooped her up into his arms she couldn't help but let out a sudden gasp and flail a little, reaching for his neck as though she were a little afraid he would drop her. Truth be told, for a moment she was! "Uhh, yeah, sure, you can sweep me off my feet. Literally." She joked with a laugh, loosening the grip she had around his neck. She looked up into his face, a gentle smile taking over as she let her fingers slowly move over the smooth, hard skin. She pressed her fingers gently into his skin, realizing there didn't seem to be a lot of give. Interesting..

"I guess the crazies do come out any time." She agreed softly, her fingers gently moving over his skin. All she could think was how easy it would be for him to throw her around and she had to roll her eyes at her own thoughts as her head lulled back towards the sky, looking at the stars. "Maybe I'm crazy." She teased, "Or maybe you're the crazy one. Maybe, I'm crazy for letting you take me home. Who knows, you could be a psychopath, or something much worse." She teased her head coming back up to look at him. "Maybe...you're a monster!" She chuckled softly and moved her nose to his neck, nuzzling him and then kissing the cool skin gently. "Are you a monster, Trenton? Do I need to be afraid of you?" She asked in a teasing voice, kissing the skin again before allowing her head to lay sleepily there on his shoulder.

[trentonsullivan]

Cheyenne's weight was nothing for Trenton. In fact, he could probably hold her whole body over his head with his hands. But he didn't like to show off his raw strength, something he'd obtained from training to become a Guardian. "Literally." He repeated her words and held her easily close to him while still being careful not to hold her too tight since that would surely crush her. Trenton felt her hands wrapping around his neck and felt the gentle press against his skin with her fingers, wondering what exactly she was trying to do. Was that a new thing that women did, press their fingers into a man's skin? He knew he hadn't been in the scene for quite some time but that still seemed odd to him.

He continued to walk while holding her between his arms, looking like some ridiculous savior as he walked calmly down the sidewalk and following the directions that she had instructed. Trenton listened to Cheyenne talking about crazies in the night and even had a little smile on his face to show that his train of thought wasn't far from hers until she began to ask if he was a monster. That's when his smile began to falter, but luckily her face was buried in his neck and kissing him so it was easy for him to not show her his reaction. Was he a monster? He definitely believed he was. He'd been haunted by the very thought that his existence was monstrous ever since his best friend died long ago. Ever since he became a Guardian himself.

"That's a very interesting question to ask. From crazies to monsters." He chuckled to try and ignore the thoughts that were fresh and clear in his mind. If he kept talking and focused on Cheyenne then maybe those thoughts would dissipate if not forever than for a short time. At least until he got her home. "Do you think I'm a monster?" He asked, turning the question around so that she had to answer. Then he realized maybe he was sounding a bit too defensive and his grin grew. "I could hardly call you a monster, but a crazy doesn't sound so far fetched." He teased.