Horrified, Eli remained as still as a statue while Noah kept on rambling about his torture plan, a sunny smile gracing his features all the while.
Though she already knew how this congenial and ebullient person could turn a one hundred eighty in a matter of milliseconds, and facing his disputatious side was a common scenario by now, she still never imagined this part of him nor did she expect his vehement drive to inflict pain. Sure, he can be sharp-tongued at times, but not to the point he'd actually voice out his intention to kill someone. He's all threats, but he never went as far as making them into reality. That's why she's all befuddled at the moment.
"Woah~ Your eyes... They remind me of a kitty. Are you a cat, Mister? I'm not really fond of it, but I do like their eyes. Can I have yours?"
On second thought, she should probably call the police.
Noah was still pinning Wes down with his weight, sitting on his back
