[he's cocky, a hook on a fish line hoping for just the right snag inside of her.]

You think so? Then who cares about should? You'll never have somebody like me and that makes you want me, doesn't it?

[when it's really more of the other way around— saber wanting someone he just knows breathes an air he never will, so he wants to take and take til they live and breath only him, which is when he tires of them.]

Huh. Down the alphabet not up, okay? Goddamn, who am I missing. Are they a girl?