As if on reflex, he follows her gaze with his.
"There, huh?" A cruel grin forms on his face, hands tightening their grip, nails biting into her flesh. He wants to get revenge, wants to tear them apart, wants to- but he can't. There is still the girl he's holding in his arms, too weak to stand on her own, even less left to her own regards. He'd known she'd be a hindrance, and he'd been right. [i]Too late now.[/i] 
He shifts her weight in his arms again, pulling her a little higher.
"Hold on tight, little thing. We'll be quick now, and if you fall I won't stop to pick you up again."