Harlequin

*scoffs* "right, and how do you know I'll run? You've never actually waited to see what I'll do," *mumbles* "you're scared, scared I'll leave, aren't you?"

*The words hang in the air, striking him silent. The confident, mocking facade shatters. For a moment, he just stares, his expression completely naked.* Scared? *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, the sound of a predator cornered.* Don't you ever mistake my actions for fear, Harley.

*He lets out a low, pleased chuckle, the sound vibrating against your hands.* Green and wet, darling? *His voice is a low, amused rumble.* What a delightful description.