"Well, that's a rather rude greeting," Sean purred, reminding me of an orange tabby cat I once had as a child. It used to preen itself and purr, enticing people to get closer before it swiped out at them. It was just a mean old cat, satisfied with causing pain.
"I've told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in dealing with you. Take your business elsewhere," I warned.
"You haven't even heard what I have to say," Sean rebuffed.
"And I don't intend to," I retorted. "I'm only standing here to make sure you leave my camp. I don't want you stirring up trouble with any of my men either."
"I wouldn't dream of it. Although, that pretty little captive you keep tucked away is an awfully tempting treat," he chuckled darkly.