Karma frowned, for the first time all night. Out of any reaction he had gotten from her, that one was the last she would have thought to come out. He wasn't going to give her anything, so why did he seem so upset about it?

She blinked, and he was across the hall again. So Mister Darkk wanted to play games, did he now? Might as well give it a shot.

"If you're so sick of this game I'm playing," she said, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Then why are you still here? Outside, you don't care what others think. Inside, you do. Everyone does, and even don't think for a second that you don't. People think you're some sort of evil faerie. So what, you gonna pull magic pixie dust out of your pocket and fly away or something?"

Eww. 'My dear Karma'. She made a face at that for a moment. So he wanted to play an interesting game. Fine. She would give him that.

"You want to play a real game then? Look at me."

She needed eye connection. Maybe it wouldn't work with him. She should at least try.