Oscar tilted his head at Anthony's praise, but never addressed it verbally. He was a gracious host, and there was nothing to pay in the end. The restaurant staff were well aware they'd not give anyone else the chance to compete with Mr. Williams for the tab. While some people could do that sparring with grace and wit, he'd prepared for the commissioner to be with them till the end. Oscar had seen the head of police at his worst, and he'd taken measures to circumvent any accusations of being high and mighty.<br/><br/>He liked the way Elizabeth leaned into him in the carriage. And that made him further upset. His thumb locked firmly over her knuckle as the pretty vehicle followed its horses. A kiss in her backhand and then he sighed, a fang of dark hair finally falling out of it'd backward set to cross one of his deep eyebrows. He put her hand to his forehead and held it with both of his. "I am so glad you had a nice time." he said flatly, letting go of some of his facade then. It would look almost as though he was praying, and whispering psalms into her hand when the claps of his weren't enough for grace. Was he asking for her to be forgiven?<br/><br/>The driver opened the door to their lavish home and Oscar helped her down again. She would notice a complete lack of adoring enthusiasm compared to her landing at St. Gerald's. A brisk stride passed their gate and over their threshold. Once the doors were shut and locked, Oscar grabbed her by her arm, tighter than he'd done this morning, and headed for the bedroom. Their miad came to greet them with their respective favorite drinks, but he made sure they walked past her.<br/><br/>"Ella. Invite all the staff to stay away from our wing for tonight." he said to her and she found the strings in his voice drawn hard enough that she did not come to the aid of her mistress.<br/><br/>They were in their bedchamber soon and he simply yanked her forward and let go. There'd be no table to save her this time. Clear metal babbled when he loosened his belt and drew it like a sword from a sheath. "Elizabeth Felicia Monroe." he said, as though they'd never married. It meant she did not deserve his name, tonight. "Did you really only have a nice time?" he pressed as more blades of black loosed from their formation and crowded his vision. He put the make-shift whip to the floor with a crack, and even in their well-filled chambers it echoed. "I thought it was a decadent dinner for you." he moved closer.<br/><br/>"You got to speak with the prisoner I broke out for you, and then you pushed her cause until the commissioner was inspired to insult you." he reiterated. He shrugged to embody her recklessness. "And then I had to spend a perfectly good opportunity to impress the newspapers so that you could have your honor, sparkling alongside those jewels I bought you."<br/><br/>First lick of the leather was on her leg. He had enough skill in his wrist that it opened up the fabric. "Off with your clothes, Elsie!" he hissed.