He felt her whimper through the gun when he drew if from her mouth. A red trail ornamented the sight that had cut her. She would be thinking of him every time her tongue found that wound, and the scar ridge. It was the kind of impact Kisuya left. The little cop was starting to learn, by the look of worry in her face. I sat well with him. Undercover creatures usually have a healthy relationship with fear. No one hides for a living without knowing the risks of being caught.<br/><br/>He enjoyed her disbelief, and then compliance. It wasn't going to be the only time she'd do something unbelievable for him. He'd hung enough warnings in the air between them, after all. It was especially endearing when she stroked her hair back. He was excited to see the aftermath of his fist rock her. Really, it was a compliment to him when she couldn't even get herself upright. He laughed darkly when she realized it herself.<br/><br/>But Katie was a problem-solver. Maybe it was even better to have her undress while kneeling. Practical girl, but it sure looked as though she was putting on a show. The room was quiet but for the peeling of her clothing. All of them exchanged looks when her lingerie was revealed. Not so practical for a woman in her line of work. Kisuya appreciated the details. He did not appreciate the obscuring arm.<br/><br/>She was permitted her illusion for a while. Maybe this was enough? Maybe he'd be satisfied with humiliating her after seeing obedience. And then he sighed , crossing one leg over the other and rolled his hand around his wrist, to signal that she continued. They were all very invested in her fall from grace.<br/><br/>"Please, Kate." he said. "There are still plenty of places where you could have hidden a mic or a lens." It was true enough, but it wasn't important. He corrected his own legs so they could accommodate his elbows. Leaning forward like this changed the shadows of his face, and let him lead with his eyes. "Come here." he said, fully expecting the woman to comply, and walk on her hands and knees until she was close enough to him. He wanted to see her naked body in motion.<br/><br/>Once she did arrive at his feet, he'd have himself another examination of her well weighted tits, both of them this time, to see what she would be good for. How lovely that the punch had rendered her unable to stand. She did well, crawling. "Now," he'd say after, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor. "get those panties off too, and lick my shoe clean of Naota's fucking blood." That wasn't so unreasonable, was it? The splatter wasn't much, three or four drops on each tip, and it was essentially her fault they were dirty to begin. If she offered a protest with her face, the chill running through his expression would let her know she ought to reconsider. Nude and defenseless. She should be more pliable now.