Anna raised an eyebrow at the rather odd suggestion from Jett. It seemed like he was trying to play games, games that a petulant, petty high schooler that would play. Anna saw right through it, and knew exactly what he was trying to do with that. She knew - because did the same exact thing to people. It drove her nuts, yet it was hypocritical because she pulled that stuff all the time to get what she wanted. Was it manipulative? Yes. Was it shitty? Yes. Did Anna give a rat's ass? No, she didn't. It worked like a charm, especially with men who she wanted to string along. If they were going to try to rob her of her dignity, she might as well get something out of it in return. That was the way Anna played these games. What comes around, goes around. An eye for an eye.

The Ukrainian made a pouty face and put a hand on Jett's shoulder, her fingers digging into his sleeve as she looked into his eyes. "Nooo.. please don't go!" Anna made a point to sound as fake and insincere as possible, "Don't go! I need you here, Jett with two Ts..." Anna whined, before letting go of Jett's shirt. It was a really shitty attempt at reverse psychology, but attempts even worse than what she'd just pulled were successful. Maybe he'd stay, maybe he'd go. Subconsciously, she wanted him to stay, but she tried to make it seem like she didn't have a care in the world about his decision.