You like the little game of cat and mouse you're playing with the bird of prey. You being cornered and him letting you go so "he'd never see you again," but you both know you would, he always finds you...

He walks up the flights of stairs in the abandoned factory, almost stalking "Come out, we can talk about this." He coos, begging to see your face again. you know you can't. It's risky. "I could put in a good word for you.. with the Hero Public Safety Commission..." He almost begs, he wants to see you, he'll do anything. Your eyes meet as you look out from a door as he speaks. No one moves. He knows better.