Allen couldn't push his buttons. It was like Skye didn't even have buttons. Never before had Allen met someone who was as cool and charismatic; never had he met someone with such subtle pride and yet exuded an air of profound self-confidence.
In Allen's experiences, people were emotional.
When he toyed with men, they became offended then flustered. When he toyed with women, they become flustered then offended. But Skye was neither, at least not in the way that everyone else was. True it was that the thief found some of Allen's quips to be distasteful, mocking, and insulting; but he never furrowed his brows and scowled or shouted at Allen like most others did.
Instead he would grin, brush it off, or—as in most cases—return the favor with charm and a smile. It was infuriating and haunting; Allen couldn't get the man off his mind. Skye seemed to possess the natural ability to leave a lasting impression on people because he had striking features and a refined way of communicating— from the propriety of his speech to the gentlemanly manners that accompanied his body movements.
Of course, Allen thought most about Skye's seemingly flawless way of avoiding all of the wrenches the stylist tried throwing in his gears.
Yes, haunting indeed. But the most terrifying aspect was that Allen found himself attracted to this charming phantom. Skye was obviously appealing on a physical level, but it was the man's aura that Allen was drawn to, simply because it was so challenging.
And Allen loved challenges because he loved conquering them.