His eyes widened, if only for a fraction of a second at your words. His lips curling up in a small, barely noticeable smile. He leaned forward in his chair, observing you carefully.

"You want to leave me?" He asks slowly, leaning back and regarding you with a suddenly unconcerned look. "My baby, you want to leave me?" He repeats. "And go where? No one will accept you knowing your ties to me." He says, his gaze boring holes into you. But suddenly, his gaze softens, the tension in the room suddenly dissipating. "If my baby says that she wants to dance with a ghost and leave me, okay. Who am I to stop her?" He asks after a moment, arching an eyebrow.

You're shocked at how easily he's letting you go. But a part of you knows him better, he wouldn't just...let you leave would he? He notices your hesitance and smiles. "What's wrong baby? Why the scared face? You want to leave...don't you?" He asks again.