You have no right to tell me what is or is not acceptable. And don't think I didn't notice that you did not answer my question.
[She lets him grip her wrist without overt protest, as much because she's seen the way he's been threatening to destroy the rug in his attempts at retaining self-control, and sensing that his reach for her is as much out of a need for an anchor as it is an attempt to assert feigned control over the situation. As if amused, she scritches the tips of her fingers lightly against the underside of his chin, reminding him that she's still got him, even if he's got her now in return.]
I like to collect pretty things. And you are so very pretty.
[With a hint of a tug at first, she relays her silent intention to move her hand, letting him know implicitly what she wants before overtly drawing it away from Alucard's face — and her reason for it becomes apparent quickly as she reaches a little back and behind him, carding those same fingers through Trevor's thick hair instead.]
And you look lovely next to this handsome minion of mine, and I think you both would look lovely serving me. Why should I need a better reason than that?
[She leans in a little closer to Alucard, a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.]
If you were mine, I'd let you play with him the way that he's playing with you right now. Wouldn't you like that? Having my Trevor at your mercy?
[She's well aware, from earlier, that Trevor would. And she's nothing if not deft at weaving notions that cater to the both of them.]
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[She lets him grip her wrist without overt protest, as much because she's seen the way he's been threatening to destroy the rug in his attempts at retaining self-control, and sensing that his reach for her is as much out of a need for an anchor as it is an attempt to assert feigned control over the situation. As if amused, she scritches the tips of her fingers lightly against the underside of his chin, reminding him that she's still got him, even if he's got her now in return.]
I like to collect pretty things. And you are so very pretty.
[With a hint of a tug at first, she relays her silent intention to move her hand, letting him know implicitly what she wants before overtly drawing it away from Alucard's face — and her reason for it becomes apparent quickly as she reaches a little back and behind him, carding those same fingers through Trevor's thick hair instead.]
And you look lovely next to this handsome minion of mine, and I think you both would look lovely serving me. Why should I need a better reason than that?
[She leans in a little closer to Alucard, a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.]
If you were mine, I'd let you play with him the way that he's playing with you right now. Wouldn't you like that? Having my Trevor at your mercy?
[She's well aware, from earlier, that Trevor would. And she's nothing if not deft at weaving notions that cater to the both of them.]