If Hawke had been able, his features would have marred into a deep frown the moment Analise entered the room. In her brief absence he hadn't conjured even the slightest notion of a plan. And the woman's words did little to assuage his frustration as she rubbed in the futility of making any attempts of escape at this point. So for now, it seemed he would be resigned to participate in whatever games Abiorix's step mother wanted to play. However as green eyes took in the smugly sweet smile spreading wide across her fair features, he wanted nothing more than to be far away from here, the warmth in her gaze unsettling given her cold nature.<br/><br/>Unbind him? Being the failure of a wordless duelist that he was, Hawke wouldn't likely be able to summon his wand anyways, though he'd prefer to keep that secret from this snake for as long as possible.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">You certainly could unbind me . . . </span></i>Was his reflexive response. It would at least provide him one option in particular, though he doubted it would get him very far considering this woman was an accomplished duelist. He couldn't think on it long, however, as Hawke found Analise's gaze prying into his own once more. Knowing he had to show her<i>something </i>in order to hide what was currently his greatest and only weapon, his mind, Hawke allowed her in just enough to feel his lack of fear. Analise's offer of his greatest desires fell on deaf ears, however.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You can't give me the things I desire," </span>he scoffed, never having been a man of material wants. A normal family, his kid brother's admiration, the respect of his peers, maybe someday even companionship. With all pretenses of her intentions gone now that Hawke had found himself bound and tossed onto the floor like an old throw rug, he was no longer in the mood to temper his words. Besides, he suspected this encounter would only go one way regardless of the bargaining chips he tossed into the pot.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#59b300">"I am sure, Albion has not been very truthful with you, about what he is and what he desires." </span>Granted . . . he was curious what secrets he might be able to garner from his target's very own<i>mother . . .</i><br/><br/>However, as Analise leaned far closer than Hawke was comfortable with, in the next second all thoughts of lowering his standards and cooperating with a Death Eater in order to catch another Death Eater melted away in an instant as a burst of agony shot through his mind and body like lightning. Caught off guard, the blond cried out, his pain drowned into the rafters of the small shack. The brief sampling of the torture curse had awakened a defiance within the Auror that he hadn't felt in a long time, Hawke's temper flaring to life as green eyes glared daggers back at the woman.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I don't care who you are,"</span>he growled, his subconscious toning in that he was likely about to make this situation far worse.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"But it seems to me any mother who has to kidnap a hostage in order to earn a holiday visit from her son is clearly a failure."</span>This woman had no idea who Hawke truly was, no idea that he'd been conditioned to withstand interrogation. No idea that he'd lasted hours without cracking once upon a time in a moonlit forest full of screams. And no idea that he'd sooner watch her son kiss a dementor than learn his favorite color.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>Which is purple . . .</i></span><br/><br/>Exasperated, the mere fact that he now<i> knew</i>that pissed him off even further.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I'll tell you a secret,"</span>he taunted.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"As far as Albi and I are concerned . . . You can torture me all you want. I'm afraid we do a great deal more <i>fucking </i>than sharing of whatever information you're hoping to pry out of me."</span>He really should stop NOW, calm down before he regretted his words. He already did, but with his temper ablaze there was no salvaging this situation so he might as well finish.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I mean . . . I don't know if you've tried it, but it's quite difficult to whisper sweet nothings around a mouthful of cock,"</span>Hawke continued with a smirk. He wanted to see it, the look of disappointment, the rage on Analise's face when she realized torturing him wouldn't bring her any closer to her goals.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "That's right. Albiorix doesn't give a damn about me. Your son's more likely to move on to the next piece of ass than bother showing his face here."</span>Normally Hawke wouldn't bother with such language, but he figured he might get extra points for being crass besides.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"And I promise you won't hear me scream twice. You got lucky the first time, but intimidation tactics won't be of any use a second go around."</span>He finished defiantly, almost challenging Analise to do her worst. Heart pounding already as adrenaline coursed through him, a side effect of the milli-second of cruciatus, Hawke knew he'd messed up. And he wasn't looking forward to the consequences, not at all. However he'd almost convinced himself any amount of pain might be worth getting under this woman's skin. He didn't know what made him hate her so much . . . only that he did.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><br/>
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