Lia's eyes widen as she recognizes this man isn't backing down. She tries to wriggle away as best she can, but somehow this man has trapped her. There's no way out.
"Oh, now you indulge me!" She spits out. "My kindness, my repaying more than what I owe, that you ignore. However, hacking off my limbs you're happy to oblige."
Her eyes flick around her trying to find something, anything, to defend herself with. There's nothing. It's almost as if Desi keeps his room clear of these things on purpose.
"You're incorrigible, you're as cruel as the demons that slapped these anchors on us, and I cannot stand you!"
Despite her words, she goes for the only move she has left after a calculated assessment: She kisses him.
He only has the one hand tightly in his control. The other may do what it pleases and it occurs to him when she lunges in his direction that this may have been an error in calculation. Perhaps she has a knife hidden somewhere on her person as well, and will now drive it between the ribs or somewhere equally unpleasant, and he will be left here to bleed on the floor of this nasty little room. His monk of a neighbor could take weeks to find him. What a fine end that would be.
He has only managed to jerk instinctively back by a half measure by the time her mouth finds his. His knee clips the little side cabinet hard, rattling it.
When Desidério jerks the rest of the way back, it comes with the turn of the knife point. It kisses her back: an extra fine touch there at the soft underside of her throat, ready to ruin with little more than a flicked wrist.
"Now you listen closely here," he says, some of that obstinate terrier snarling quality in him turned mercurial and cool. "I don't want your apologies. I don't want your dirty money. If you want to protect your shit reputation, you discuss the matter with whoever is minding you here. The Seneschal, or the Scoutmaster. I'm sure they would happily assist you in your reformation and seeing the matter between you and Nimus settled."
The knife point is very steady. He has a sure hand. His other hand, meanwhile, remains pinning her wrist.
"If you come to me in this room again, I swear to you that you'll not leave it with both your hands again. Understood?"
Lia's mouth is slightly open and she barely registers the knife at her throat. She may very well be in danger, but her mind is entirely flooded with confusion. This has simply never not worked before. Could she have done it wrongly? That seems impossible.
She looks into Desi's face, he appears quite genuinely angry and at once, the knife makes itself known to her and so does his hand firmly on her wrist. She gasps in offense, but doesn't move away. She's still too surprised.
"No." She responds in genuine wonder. "I do not understand. Do you not like women?"
He releases her wrist at the same time one of those recently booted feet gives her a thumping kick to the side of the thigh. It's a toppling kind of blow more than it is forceful, meant to knock her away from him and the knife point both. If she bruises her bony ass on the way, then it's what she deserves.
"Out!" Barked, gesturing to the door with a jerk of the knife.
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"Oh, now you indulge me!" She spits out. "My kindness, my repaying more than what I owe, that you ignore. However, hacking off my limbs you're happy to oblige."
Her eyes flick around her trying to find something, anything, to defend herself with. There's nothing. It's almost as if Desi keeps his room clear of these things on purpose.
"You're incorrigible, you're as cruel as the demons that slapped these anchors on us, and I cannot stand you!"
Despite her words, she goes for the only move she has left after a calculated assessment: She kisses him.
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He has only managed to jerk instinctively back by a half measure by the time her mouth finds his. His knee clips the little side cabinet hard, rattling it.
When Desidério jerks the rest of the way back, it comes with the turn of the knife point. It kisses her back: an extra fine touch there at the soft underside of her throat, ready to ruin with little more than a flicked wrist.
"Now you listen closely here," he says, some of that obstinate terrier snarling quality in him turned mercurial and cool. "I don't want your apologies. I don't want your dirty money. If you want to protect your shit reputation, you discuss the matter with whoever is minding you here. The Seneschal, or the Scoutmaster. I'm sure they would happily assist you in your reformation and seeing the matter between you and Nimus settled."
The knife point is very steady. He has a sure hand. His other hand, meanwhile, remains pinning her wrist.
"If you come to me in this room again, I swear to you that you'll not leave it with both your hands again. Understood?"
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Lia's mouth is slightly open and she barely registers the knife at her throat. She may very well be in danger, but her mind is entirely flooded with confusion. This has simply never not worked before. Could she have done it wrongly? That seems impossible.
She looks into Desi's face, he appears quite genuinely angry and at once, the knife makes itself known to her and so does his hand firmly on her wrist. She gasps in offense, but doesn't move away. She's still too surprised.
"No." She responds in genuine wonder. "I do not understand. Do you not like women?"
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He releases her wrist at the same time one of those recently booted feet gives her a thumping kick to the side of the thigh. It's a toppling kind of blow more than it is forceful, meant to knock her away from him and the knife point both. If she bruises her bony ass on the way, then it's what she deserves.
"Out!" Barked, gesturing to the door with a jerk of the knife.