Chris was leaning back in his chair, yawning slightly. "People never stalk me. If they do." He'd make a slicing movement with his finger across his throat. "Some times they get a quick death if they haven't annoyed me. But most don't." there would be a tiny amused smile on his face barely noticeable.
He had his hands on his laps with his fingers out stretched slightly he lent against the chair as if some one in control, relaxed or even if they knew something you didn't, his eyes were a rich hazel color, his legs moving up and down rapidly. "So Isabella, how long have you and Jeremy been going out?" his voice had a bit of joy to it as if pleasant a