[ She breaths, soft - ] You said my name again.

[ Likes how it sounds, that quiet way he says it. Lets it make her steady. Sure. As she forms the words too honest to say in daylight, in any time than when they're so close, it didn't matter if the sun rose, she would have nothing else. That she can think any of that, and mean it, feels half way to a sin. ] I will. I will rip you to pieces. Until I have burned every thought of that from your mind.