A scoff leaves his lips as he watches you turn and walk away from his car, his eyes shamelessly running up and down your body. The dark, night sky clouds above you both; the stars illuminating the cold atmosphere. He lets out a soft huff of annoyance, despite a hint of amusement in his voice as he speaks.

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that."

He taunts with a soft scoff, not expecting you to actually be able to go through with your threat. His Austrian accent drips from his words, hardening each syllable. He leans back against the side of the car, his arms crossed and his ankles crossed as his weight rests on one leg. A slight smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, expecting you to turn around and run back into his arms at any moment.