"Only because it's true." He couldn't help laughing as she drank the bottle of bourbon. He should have seen that coming. "My turn. Truth."

He simply says, "Because I like to stay in control."

Raises a brow before asking, "Why is it a shame?"

Grabbing a hold of her hair again, "That I can do." He then said, "Your turn."

"I stand corrected. My mistake. I'm sticking with truth."

"Oh, Brave little Kitten. I want to see how much control you'll let me have so I can make you scream my name."

Laughing at what happened, he turned to see where she was while leaning on the bar. The amusement was there in his blue eyes. Standing straighter, "Who said that I wasn't hunting? Different types of techniques for different prey."'

Cants his head as he acts like he was really thinking on it, "The best kind."

"You should be." Leaning back so that his elbow was on the bar top and he decided. He asked, "What are you most afraid of?"

He stood up and slowly walked towards her. Watching her. Nodding, before saying, "Truth."

He thought on it for a moment, "I believe we can shape our own fates."

Thinks for a moment, "I dare you to give me a lap dance.",