[ It wouldn't be entirely accurate to refer to this as genuine, not when half of her face is contorted into a look that indicates she's considering at least five different things she wants to do to him in retaliation, and none of them are likely a positive experience to be on the receiving end of.
But what's even stranger is that she doesn't feel entirely enraged by the thought of being manipulated beyond her ability to stop it — there have been instances where having her self-control removed from her person, or a change enacted outside of her will, would have driven her to seek reprisal on her own behalf almost instantly. This, by comparison, is nothing so restrictive, but she does have the sense to look somewhat annoyed when he suddenly darts away from her, disappearing down the corridor and turning into a room that she can only presume is his own before reemerging with something in hand. ]
What reason could you possibly have for needing to use — [ The rest of her retort, even emitted through chuckles, ends on a sudden gulping sound as he suddenly pushes something in between her lips, the taste rich and almost instantaneously melting over her tongue. Her first instinct would have been to spit it out solely because he should know better than to put things in her mouth without asking, but then her senses actually perceive the taste of it and she finishes chewing it quietly, eyes narrowing before she's finally able to swallow. ]
I did some exploring on my own already. [ But it's an empty excuse as she initially considers brushing past his arm and striding down the hallway in the direction of the closest exit, leaving it up to him to follow; only on second thought does she agree to take his arm, hauling him against her with perhaps a bit more pinching force than is absolutely necessary and barely waiting for him to yelp before leaning into his space. ]
Just because I left my knife up in the room doesn't mean I can't summon a new one. [ That's an empty threat, given that the blade in question doesn't exist; it hadn't come through with her, the only dress she's wearing and the pendant around her neck what little possessions she actually owns, but she does like to see how much fear she can inspire in him as more of a call back to old times, especially if he has any future designs about using her as a confirmation subject for his own abilities again. She's already dreading what he might subject her to next, even as her eyes search his before she starts to lead them both down the hall herself. ]
What was that, anyway? [ The sweet item he'd just fed to her; she'd barely been able to get a good look at it before it had gone into her mouth. ]
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But what's even stranger is that she doesn't feel entirely enraged by the thought of being manipulated beyond her ability to stop it — there have been instances where having her self-control removed from her person, or a change enacted outside of her will, would have driven her to seek reprisal on her own behalf almost instantly. This, by comparison, is nothing so restrictive, but she does have the sense to look somewhat annoyed when he suddenly darts away from her, disappearing down the corridor and turning into a room that she can only presume is his own before reemerging with something in hand. ]
What reason could you possibly have for needing to use — [ The rest of her retort, even emitted through chuckles, ends on a sudden gulping sound as he suddenly pushes something in between her lips, the taste rich and almost instantaneously melting over her tongue. Her first instinct would have been to spit it out solely because he should know better than to put things in her mouth without asking, but then her senses actually perceive the taste of it and she finishes chewing it quietly, eyes narrowing before she's finally able to swallow. ]
I did some exploring on my own already. [ But it's an empty excuse as she initially considers brushing past his arm and striding down the hallway in the direction of the closest exit, leaving it up to him to follow; only on second thought does she agree to take his arm, hauling him against her with perhaps a bit more pinching force than is absolutely necessary and barely waiting for him to yelp before leaning into his space. ]
Just because I left my knife up in the room doesn't mean I can't summon a new one. [ That's an empty threat, given that the blade in question doesn't exist; it hadn't come through with her, the only dress she's wearing and the pendant around her neck what little possessions she actually owns, but she does like to see how much fear she can inspire in him as more of a call back to old times, especially if he has any future designs about using her as a confirmation subject for his own abilities again. She's already dreading what he might subject her to next, even as her eyes search his before she starts to lead them both down the hall herself. ]
What was that, anyway? [ The sweet item he'd just fed to her; she'd barely been able to get a good look at it before it had gone into her mouth. ]