He hadn’t expected her to take the game as far as she did. Feisty thing that he could tell she was, he expected a much different reaction from the witch than what he was receiving. Normally, Pace didn’t pursue sexual exploitations; those typically came to him, despite his forewarnings, each with the precaution that there would be nothing more than carnal frivolities with him.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn’t fair any other way. Not to him. Not to them. And that was how it would remain until he was released from his contract.<br/><br/><br/>Pace sensed the sadness in her soul as surely as he could smell the rising desire from the woman in front of him. There were other tells; her pupils dilated, her breath came in quick pants, her pulse quickened. He should have released her then and there, ended the charge they started, but instead he found himself tightening the grip he had in her hair as her fingers made the muscles underneath his shirt jump with her touch. His voice dropped to a low growl.<br/><br/><br/>“That’s the play, it seems, with you.”<br/><br/><br/>His cock hardened faster than he anticipated when she slid her hand boldly into his open pants. No underwear to be found, not with him, the lowly supernatural bartender, so her fingers curled around naked flesh that lengthened, thickened, and turned rigid as she stroked him. Just like casting a spell. The silvered stare that locked onto her darker one closed briefly as his nostrils flared and he sucked in a hard breath.<br/><br/><br/>Only to release it suddenly when her hand plunged lower, gripping him by the balls. This time Pace stiffened, but in a different way, his eyes snapping open and his hand slinking from her locks to graze along the side of her neck. His fingers locked around her jaw, thumb flicking across her lower lip.<br/><br/><br/>“I don’t know -- I think that you’d look good in a Princess Leia get up myself,” he said softly.<br/><br/><br/>His hand dropped completely from her face to wrap around her wrist. His fingers pressed into the underside, applying just enough pressure that he could wrangle her grip away from his ballsack and pluck her hand from his pants. Chuckling darkly, he didn’t release her hand until he had zipped himself back up.<br/><br/><br/>He dropped her when he dropped, coming to a crouch that brought him face to face with the woman. “I can assure you, I work just like a real boy.” He flashed teeth, pearly whites, with that same illusion of too many in a too wide smile. “And since you don’t think your resume is quite up to par with being a sex slave, I think we can opt for the position of errand girl and see if you can work your way up to the Princess Leia costume.”