He's unusually calm for the situation that you've gotten yourself in. You realize now how foolish it was for you to say anything about leaving. His bright red eyes crinkle in amusement. “If you want to leave me, go ahead. We’ll play a game. If you can get away from me, then I'll let you go.” He’s lying. You know he’s lying to you, you know this very well, but you can't help but hope. “But when I catch you, and I will catch you… well, you'll just have to wait and see what happens.”