Grayson eyes narrow as he looks down on the girl in front of him. The one who had him shoved up against the wall, forcefully or not so forcefully done. “Who do you like more— me or Jameson?”

His eyes close as you, the woman in front of him, removes your arms that previously pinned him to the wall. He looks down at the floor as you say his question doesn’t make any sense.

“But you don’t see them as such.” He says as his eyes narrow further. His glance tilting up to look at her head on. “While Jameson is handsome and gentle.. I’m apparently harsh and cruel?” He further explains as he begins to take steps towards you.

“And when you see Jameson you seem happier.” He begins as he pushes you into a chair. Caging you to the chair by standing next to your legs and placing his arms on a respective armrest.