Things are changing...

Clyde had an uneasy look on his face as Mercy spoke to him. He was unsure of the situation but he had faith in Mercy and trusted her. But at the same time he was worried Mercy had agreed to the match. But maybe he didn't need to worry. Mercy was smart. She didn't make mistakes like he did.

"Hope so, babe." He muttered before setting the phone down, pulling Lilly up by the arm and turning her around to undo the knot on her wrists. "You can untie the ones on her ankles, ya'self." He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of bowing at her feet again.

Lilly grinned when Clyde pulled her to her feet. Mercy's little pet, doing whatever she told him to do. Pathetic. With her hands untied, she reached down and untied the towel from around her ankles. Which proved to be difficult. Clyde REALLY knew how to tie a knot. "You must be a real pro at bondage, Clyde," Lilly said, glancing up at Clyde with a sly grin.

She lost this time around. But this was far from over. Mercy may have her in a corner now, but sooner or later, Mercy would take her bait. If she wanted this to end, one way or another, she would take the bait. The cheerleader lifted her finger up to Clyde's chin, letting it lightly brush it as she walked past him and to his door. "I'll be seeing you around Clyde... Both of you." With that, Lilly left the apartment.

Clyde eyes widened at Lilly's words, he didn't expect them and his cheeks grew a bit rosy from the image she put in his head. He then gave her a sour glare as he watched her free herself. She sure liked to talk mess.

And she wasn't done either... She stood up, strolled up to him and traced her finger underneath his chin in a taunting, teasing manner that made his jaw twitch as he could no longer take Lilly and her antics. "Out!" He demanded, cheeks still a bit red but not up for the cheerleader's games. Speaking of which...

Clyde hastily picked up the phone. "She just said she'll be seeing Both of us around... I hope she just jokin'." Clyde muttered into the phone.

Mercy snorted intot he phone distastefully. "Ugh. What a bitch." She said. "Glad that's over with. honestly, I can't believe she'd try and make ME an offer! How dumb! Like I'd take her up on it. Even if I COULD kick her ass." Mercy paced around her apartment. "I'm so worked up now!" She declared. "I'm going to do some zumba, take a bath and try and relax. Goodbye, Clyde." She said. She wasn't going to waste any more time on the phone. if she did, Clyde would get all puppy dog on her and she couldn't have that.

Clyde nodded along to Mercy's words. "Babe, she can't fight worth a damn. I had her crying a few minutes ago. You could take her. But yeah... I wouldn't do it." Clyde couldn't deny there a bit of an erotic feeling to the sight of his 'girlfriend' beating up Lilly. He still didn't like the match idea though. Anything could happen in the ring. Crazy shit liked to happen.

"I'm sorry." He replied to her being worked up. "...Zumba?" Was that like some new tropical fruit drink or something? But more importantly, He didn't know what to make of her abrupt goodbye. He thought those would go away after she used the L word but it was clear she didn't want to talk. She did say she was worked up after all.

"Alright..." He opened his mouth to say three more words but he froze. Three damn words he was scared to use again. Wasn't so easy to say after having that hot sex he'd been waiting for. "...Bye!" And with that, Clyde shut his phone closed, leaving him to stare at it as he slumped on his sofa and sighed in frustration.