Harlow glared at him and looked ready to pelt him with another gummy bear at that point. "You didn't seem to mind looking at my face when we first met." She said bluntly, popping another gummy in her mouth. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I had a hunch. And your face just makes me mad sometimes." She responded, grinning as she hit a bullseye. She nodded dramatically and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Yes, you have. And thank you. I feel like you should have expected my aim to be decent though." She mocked, glancing at his arm and back at him. How could that be comfortable? She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you trying to make a move? Because if so... I don't think that's how you do it." She teased, grabbing another gummy bear.

"Your face wasn't kidnapping me when we met." He said pensively, raising an eyebrow. Then he rolled his eyes. "I would hope so, its one of my best features." Referring to being able to make her mad by looking at him. He grinned at the mockery. "It was a gummy bear, I have my reasons for doubting you." He looked away at the TV. He turned, confused as she spoke about him makkng a move. "...no," he looked at himself. "I'm not, but I could." He got some look of determination on his face as he looked away.

Harlow rolled her eyes. "Right, well, I can't really change the whole kidnapping thing now, so you're gonna have to deal with it." She said sarcastically. "To you, maybe." She scoffed, looking back at the TV and proceeding to eat her gummy bear. "Hey, gummy bears have complex aerodynamic structures, they're hard to aim." She huffed defensively, refusing to waste any more gummy bears on him as ammunition. She raised her eyebrows at his answer and shrugged. "Alright then. Just wanted to make sure." She teased, readjusting her blanket.

Should they go to bed soon?))

He shrugged. "Its mostly the fact that you'd dare hurt my poor truck." He looked down dejectedly. He was actually a bit disappointed, he did like that truck. He'd been restoring it for a bit now. He glared at her. "That's what I said." He smiled a bit, teasing. "And why would you be so concerned about how I flirt,?"

Probably))

Harlow gave him an unimpressed look. "Sorry, buddy. It was kind of my job, though." She huffed, flashing him a smile as he looked back at her. "Hmm, I wonder why." She said sarcastically. "You seem like a smart man. Figure it out." She teased, standing and tossing her blanket on him. She picked up her trash and walked off to throw it away. "Your bedroom is the first door on the right- next to the bathroom."

He rolled his eyes. "Bold of you to assume I have any form of intellect." He said in a very teasingly posh way. He changed his expression as she told him where to go. "Thank you. I've never been kidnapped and gotten my own bedroom before." He said playfully, taking the blanket. He folded it and put it over the top of the couch. Probably a weird habit to do in someone else's house. He stood up with slight hesitation to move. He held his head for a moment, standing there. He dropped it and walked to the other end of the couch, ever so slightly leaning on it.

"Well, I am a bold woman." Harlow joked, watching him as he folded her blanket with her head cocked. "And I've never had a hostage I enjoyed hanging out with. So I wouldn't say anything about the bedroom- I also have a very nice basement if it isn't to your liking." She said sarcastically. She watched his strange behavior with a frown. "Do you need help?" She asked softly, taking a few hesitant steps toward him.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'd have to say the same about a kidnapper." He gestured to her. "But what you don't know, but now you do, is that I don't mind basements." He looked away. "Unless they're too cold." He smiled childishly, dropping it though as he looked down, taking a deep breath. He looked up at her, confused by the concern. "No, my head hurts, it's making me dizzy." He clenched his jaw.

"Mine is freezing." Harlow teased, walking closer to him. "Do you want some ibuprofen or something?" She asked lightly, stopping to stand at his side. She gave him a slightly concerned look as she turned to shut the TV off.

"Good to know." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I don't, I'll be fine. 'll sleep it off or something." He stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "Goodnight, whatever your name is." He started walking toward the hallway where the bathroom was.