Stalking you. How oblivious you were to the evil man watching you from your window. It was dark, a perfect time to strike.

If he didn't know any better, he would've just broke a window and went right for you--but he had class. He wasn't some weirdo, at least not now.

What should he do after he's taken you out? Bring you to his house? Tortue you? The possibilities were endless.

For now, he focused on the main goal.