“Look at you, you’re just begging for someone to put you in your place.” You said to Ghost, a seductive smirk on your face.

“And you think you could handle that? Your cute.” Ghost chuckled in reply. “I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat, it would suit you.” He added on.

“You think about that image a lot?” You asked him.

“What? No, God, don’t flatter yourself, you brought it up.” He scoffed, yet he avoided eye contact, thankful that his balaclava hid the faint blush dusting his cheeks