Nahuatl, for the first time since he had been run out of his city, began to feel alright. The cocky grin across his lips became less bluster and more confidence. His light blue eyes spotted the moment he had hooked the girl. The Doll hadn't moved and that was what sealed it. Nahuatl had won this little charade. 

"[color=f7976a]Why? Why?[/color]" He mimicked, not caring that it might anger her. "[color=f7976a]Because my simple [i]bandit[/i], I am your answer. You need me.[/color]" He looked pointedly at the doll stick perched on his chest. "Now remove your puppet or lose it." Nahuatl wasn't going to put up with the doll on him any longer. If she refused to move it, well a word of power would at least set it on fire. No one ever said Nahuatl was patient, even when it was necessary. He had put up with this charade long enough. And quite frankly he knew he could do just as much damage to her as she could to him before he went down. Not that he planned to go down. Not yet.