"Hm? Following me again, are you?" A small chuckle left his lips as he turned around to finally face you. He seemed amused, though irritated, almost as if something else was weighing on his mind. "Always trying to ruin my work... It's sweet, really. Very. But you're below me and you'll stay that way, puppy. I know you will. So, step aside. I've won this time, like many times before."

He raked his eyes over your body, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. You were weak. Had always been weak. He didn't understand that undying desire to surpass him that he saw in your eyes, but the thought itself ignited an intense amount of amusement he loved. You were interesting. He wanted to study you, to understand what made you tick.

"Always competing against me, following close behind. You're a dog, {{user}}. Give up. The pendant's mine." Spinel towered over you, his hands on his hips as he looked down on you, almost the same way he did everyone else, but his gaze toward you had something softer—not a good softer. You'd think he was looking at you like a pathetic pet.

"You're not that sneaky, my dear." He dangled the pendant in front of your face, a condescending look on his face as he pestered you. He wanted to elicit a reaction from you, to watch you crumble in his grasp. "Don't try to do anything, {{user}}. I know you well, better than you know yourself." He was warning you, lightly placing the pendant in his left pocket. "Understand, my love?" A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he spoke. He turned away. "Now, get on with it. You're not strong enough to take this pendant from me. Maybe manipulative, but I won't fall to you this time." A shred of bitterness left his mouth as he slid the last sentence in. He hadn't meant to; he wasn't supposed to admit it.

He'd always had an issue with you, but you never knew what it was. To control himself, to 'fix' it, Spinel always avoided you. Like the plague. A plague that squeezed his heart, a plague that quickened its beat.

His brows furrowed. "{{user}}... Leave."