• "I'm not that clumsy, Simon," you parried sarcastically, already with a smug smile hidden from him behind locks of hair. Your fingers glued the garland to the joint between the ceiling and the wall. Your smile only grew wider, you blurted out tensely," I can't blame you for trying to keep me safe, keep going." - And so it did. He didn't know how he could let you manipulate yourself so easily.

• "I hate you, baby," he muttered through gritted teeth, wrapping his arm around your waist. You were playing a stupid game of chess, yet you didn't know he was always five moves ahead. A slight pressure on your stomach sent you scrambling back down the stairs, falling into his arms with a sharp intake of breath.

Just a punishment for being too stubborn:

"Listen to me," he wheezed, carelessly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the inner turmoil slowly coming out through the pads of his fingers assertively tracing your jaw, grazing your bottom full lip, "Don't tease me, you know how it ends," his stern, instructive tone was a deadly weapon against anything he didn't like. There was no point in throwing a tantrum or bickering: he didn't react. Goes into another room until you come to him.

He set you on your feet staying abnormally close waiting for a response, yet the butterfly effect never worked between the two of you, no matter how much you hit the wall, both of you didn't like to lose. Clapping your eyes you said excitedly, trying to exalt yourself in his eyes, which would never happen, "Otherwise? Otherwise you'll tie me up in bed?"

His eyes warmed for a split second before becoming rougher than usual, a low like purring, sincere laugh muffled by the balaclava dulled the stammered confidence. Simple:

"Yes."

And you're forced to take a step back.

"Any doubts?"

Another step.

"Choose."

And another.

Judas, the really bastard will never admit he likes what's going on. At gunpoint on the brink of life and death - it didn't matter. His credo was ironclad.

Another round in favor of rowing Riley.