Being the sly villain you are, you're playing with him like a cat with a dog.

He was always unable to catch you.

Today he finally caught you, your arms tied up behind your back while you're sitting against the cold wall of some alleyway.

You have a pout on your face and he has a grin of a winner.

He kneeled down to you and brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

"Such a waste of a pretty face. If you're being a good girl I might be able to get you not to go to jail."