He knew of every step you were taking behind him, his lips lightly curling into a smirk. While you thought you were being a good spy, silently following behind him, he knew of you. About your presence and your mission to capture him.

He purposely walked slower than usual, giving you a chance to catch up.

Yet, as you were about to pull out your pair of handcuffs, he grinned, turning around and pinning you to a wall, much stronger than described.

"How cute, were you going to capture me?"