"Knew it," he sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes with a hand. They immediately fell right back in place in a charming, boyish manner, of course.
In his arrogance, Kurt didn't doubt her at all, almost as if he wanted himself to be right. Whatever. He was always right, most of the time anyway. He didn't come out of his blue-eyes-only school at the top of the top class for nothing. Yes. Top. Sounded like him alright. To him so far she was another piece of eye candy (that he did also happen to want to take a bite out of right now, but that was beside the point, and he prided himself on his restraint) so she probably wasn't going to start getting any Oscars if she did try to lie.
He did let himself think about the girl possibly licking envelopes or cock in a mailroom. For whores who keep their pretty hair, only one of those jobs was more productive than the other. She could be fantastic at paper, but Kurt thought, with a little smile she could see and a look trailing his eyes from her head down her body, that she wouldn't be good for much else other than licking cock.
Did she play any sort of board game? Chess would help sharpen her tiny brain, maybe. He might play with her, she would just lose. Right now she didn't know how easily he could corner her by leaning up against the other wall. And he did, crossing over to stand right in front of her, though still not yet touching her. If she had to run, though, she had to run out from his left or right side, and he could easily stick out one leg or the other to trip her. Kurt was also moderately tall; he had one head on her but he could also kick her legs out and have one boot on her instead. She wouldn't be able to top his reaction time, not if, between the two of them, only one of them had been tortured by lieutenants in military training before (with said torture involving a fake hand grenade that looked very, very real. That fucker).
Kurt cracked a piece of chocolate off with two fingers. His knuckles were pink from the cold, his lithe fingers pale but he didn't shiver, even without gloves. He grew up in the snow, maybe that's why he looked a bit like it too. She seemed tough, not shivering too much either, which was unusual because inmates must have the worst clothing for this weather. He was in something fantastically warm himself. If she started to shiver, though, he'd offer her his coat, obviously.
He bent down a little, moving in closer to her face, and held the chocolate up to her lips. "Ah," he said to her, opening his mouth to a set of perfect teeth if not for the canines on the sharper side; doing the mime that people do to tell children to eat. It was certainly an intimate gesture, and only holding it right outside her mouth, brushing her lower lip with the piece of sweet and his cold fingers, he needed it to be tantalising. He wanted to see her salivate before he put it in her mouth. Once she did, he would press it onto her tongue, with enough force and on the spot right in the middle where, if you pressed down on it any further in, you could make someone gag.