Clara seriously didn't like this guy right now. What the hell was his problem? He expected her to just do something out of nowhere, when she herself wasn't going to be getting anything out of it? No goddamn way in hell was she doing that. She was just going to walk away and go about her business. He had already ruined her drink and she needed to blow off some steam either by sparring or meditating. However, at the mention of him putting that piece of paper in her apartment, she went from irritated to completely pissed. She snarled, moving quite close to Shitubso.

[b]"I don't know who you think you are jackass,"[/b] She growled, though it was quiet enough as to not draw most peoples attention. [b]"But only two people are allowed to know where I live."[/b] She glared at him, the Sigil on her hands glowing faintly. [b]"You're going to tell me who you are, what you want, and who the hell you're working for before I melt your face."[/b] She wasn't lying about that part. She already had the Sigil pretty much active, just one little command, and his face would get a serious burn. She'd have no qualms about doing it either.[b]"So start talking, and I suggest you choose your words carefully or I'll make you wish you were dead."[/b]

Clara went from not liking, to outright hating this guy. She, really, really, wanted to just kill him and be done with it. If he knew where she lived though, that means someone else could potentially find out about it. She needed to rectify that before it ended up getting her in trouble, or worse. There was a chance he was bluffing as well, but she couldn't take that risk, not with her line of work. She'd be nice for now. Well, nice enough. Until he either told her what she wanted to know, or she decided that he wasn't going to talk, and he'd be better off dead.