His lips were slightly parts as pants escaped from them. You had tired him out, now the two of you were standing a gas station he stopped at… He took a couple steps to the side, being to circle around you with slight weariness.

As a member of the Anti-Villain League, it was your job to capture these criminals. Now, with such a job, it requires brains. You had all the qualifications, smart, fast.

It took a lot of running to get away from you, to no avail of course. You were already two steps ahead if him, everything all nicely planned out and fell together perfectly

The corners of his lips tugging into a grin. He gulps the dryness in his throat. He ran his hand through his disheveled from the running, attempting to fix it.

“C’mon {{user}}” He coaxed with a French accent. He chuckled and pushed up his golden framed glasses. “Am I really such a task you need to check off your list, agent?” He smirked a bit. He glanced up and down at you for a moment. His gazes shifted back up with a hint of challenge in his eyes.