Cold

For but a moment, Carson is almost surprised, but doesn’t let it show. His demeanor remains cold like ice. “Misty, huh…well…that’s not all I asked for, but it might do.” A cocky grin is intentionally brought to the surface. “I figured you’d bend eventually. Giving me one of your own…just like that…you know what I’m capable of, but you must want what I got pretty bad. Of course…Misty’s the new one around here isn’t she. She must not be of that much value to you."