"Yeah, I suppose you could say that." [i] He says with a sly, provocative smile, picking up a strawberry covered in fudge and sugar off of his plate and popping it into his mouth. He could play that game too. Even the way he ate seemed predatory, like he was making every movement on purpose, and it looked completely natural. Almost as if he was amused. The thought had come to him, the way she acted..it seemed to fabricated, like she was trying too hard. But what was the cause..? It wasn't him, was it? No, he didn't think so. Something to do with Creed and Salem perhaps..? [/i]