Dayna mentally chuckled at his response. He was very much like Beast, even if the room held no secrets, he protected it as though it had. If he were the Beast, would that have made her Belle? Her face scrunched up some, not really liking the idea of that thought. He seemed to be growing more difficult to get a decent rise out of, which meant it was getting harder to pin down something to twist his words around with.

His hand snatched up her wrist as she was in the midst of thinking, and not liking the images that came to mind. In a moment, he was dragging her out of the room speaking about how he did not wish that room to be defiled. He claimed there was nothing important there, then spoke of memories; this kept the brunette quiet as she thought about how memories could be just as dear as secrets, especially with how many years worth of memories she had.

Her losing herself in thought was not the best choice at the time for it was the cold brick pressing against her back that caused her eyes to focus on the white haired male once again. The threats he told her, they seemed to contradict the story he had been trying to sell her earlier. Eyes narrowing, Dayna stared up at the taller male and said, "Pretty sure if you planned on killing me, you would have done so sooner."

She twisted her wrists in his grip, though she would sooner give herself an Indian Rug Burn before actually freeing herself. "And besides, making a meal of me wouldn't be the wisest of ideas--" She was then cut off as a buzzing sound and song filled the air. Her cell phone had been tucked into an inside pocket of her tunic and it had begun viberating, the theme from The Magnificent Seven playing, telling the woman that the Old Man was calling.