Crossing my arms, I answered, "I wouldn't." "What do you mean?" "I wouldn't go on a date with you," I said. "If you were forced to?" "I wouldn't. Or, correction, I would be such a pain in the neck after that so called 'date' you wouldn't want to be near me ever again," I replied. His eyes hardened. I gave him a sweet smile, eyes colder than ice and redder than blood.