She had come in here armed with fighting eyes. Such strong fire around her, her aura blazing with the confidence of her intentions. The way she was built, a head too short to be his match, Alissa wasn't defenseless. Leunan was sure she could handle herself, with even a preliminary psychological profile he could surmise that she'd likely had some close quarters training. None of that would help her if she didn't believe in herself, though. And he knew he didn't have to worry about her nails or screams or whatever other tricks she'd learned on padded floors with over-paid martial arts teacher, not the way her posture changed after having been led around and bullied like this.<br/><br/>Her shoulders lifting and her head seeking to hide behind them, she reminded him of a little girl, which let him draw a direct logical line between her current state of mind and her childhood. Good. She'd not always been this formidable woman. She'd had figures she looked up to, just like all people, growing up. It wasn't the first time he'd been a surrogate father. After all, dynamics of most controlling relationship stemmed from roles learned early. He'd have her sucking her thumb and crying soon. He watched her slip away into some far remembrance, and how it overtook her. She who was so firmly planted in the present usually. Her regression was stunning, and it let his confidence leak out further, which of course would register in her. Her blood was becoming a chemical hotbed, and he was playing with a lit match.<br/><br/>He let her have her little trip inside herself, and when she returned, startled by the situation and how he'd put her in it, he probed her further. Her angry reflexes haunted her, and she made to snarl something clever, but there was no wits in her to draw from, and her mouth was left without words for its breath. Only practiced resolve kept his cock from hardening at already having reigned the usually warring journalist in. That's where all her secrets were, then, the very thing that could control her. Her family. The decorated Vauqelin daughter was just a silly child, locked in a house with parents that made her feel complicated and inadequate.<br/><br/>Truly regressed, she finally gave the only stuttering answer she had, far back in her mind, the kind all parents teach their kids. He laughed shortly, a dark sound of mockery at her lack of properties. He had seen a rapidfire mind before, ready to shoot him down and keep him low. She had none of that focus now, bewildered by his behavioral molding of her. Blush on her skin after having been so steely, so complete in her mental armor. He supposed that redness on her cheeks was those panzer plates rusting, now. "Didn't you come in snitching on your cousin? That's family too." he pointed out with dismissive, snarl-like disgust. She was a pupil failing, and he was her larger-than-life tutor. "Kind of foolish, isn't it, to seek out a psychiatrist and not talk about your family." Leunan was in his right element now, Alissa was caught in her descent, making her way toward a beautiful collision with the bottom. He was going to show her why the Desire Disease was just a rumor and not a full blown scandal - because he let it be. Gossip happens in the mind, and it was in the mind that he was king.<br/><br/>She was a sightless wayward after that, and flitted with his motions until they arrived at the desk and the contract. New light found her silver rings when she looked at the papers. In a way, she'd wanted this. A way in. And this especially would introduce her to the very treasure chambers of his illicit pastime. The legal matters, though, would release him of any possible reprisals she could throw at him after, if by some chance he didn't succeed in altering her completely. To this date, with so many pets under his control, he had never had to use it. But her relief at seeing fruit for her labor was decapitated when she saw the bundle of the gown. She was vain, and modest. It was entertaining to see her sudden hesitation, and her deliberating on the possibilities versus the cost. He'd already put her in a position she'd not be able to reason herself out of.<br/><br/>She begged him for privacy but he stood firm. "The care I have to give you is invasive. Your nudity will be the least of your concerns." he pointed out and watched her confidence falter further. He liked her like this, her own ambition turned against her. She only received an expectant stare when she pleaded one last time. It was risky to push her this much, since she could easily bow out, but it seemed she wanted to be here more than she treasured her privacy. The doctor saw her hands move toward the zipper, and he felt the swell of accomplishment hit his chest. She'd decided to do as she was told. He could easily nurture this impulse into more control.<br/><br/>"While I'm glad you're coming along, Ms. Vauqelin, I do have to worry about my pension eventually." he mocked dryly before simply grabbing her by her waist, ignoring her personal space, and lifted her to sit on the desk. "I am concerned about your mental and physical well-being, Alissa." he said as he continued to pull that zipper down, huffing like all this was a chore. "But you as a person are getting on my nerves." he said with a few wrinkles around his nose, to show off his annoyance. More disapproval for her growing vat of anxiety. He pulled the skirt off her legs and tossed it aggressively. He pointed to the jacket and waved, so she would know to take it off and give it to him. If she did, he'd throw it the same way as her skirt. Then he'd staunchly start unbuttoning her shirt. He was eager to see what kind of underwear a woman like her wore. The aesthetics of these clothes were sensitive to lines, so he wouldn't be surprised if she did not wear any at all. Either way it would say much about her.<br/><br/>If she protested at any point, he would pretend to lose his patience with her finally, and backhand her deftly. it is always delicious to strike proud things. If he got to, he'd say "I've had quite enough with you! If you don't want my help, and won't cooperate with something that might save your life, then I don't want anything to do with you or your mental health." Rejection when in any state of undress of course made the person feel more vulnerable. He was almost hoping he'd get to snuff out a small rebellion like that, rather than her finally letting him take all her clothes.