Laius placed the glass on the floor, finally, and rolled his eyes at her refusal to taste it. It honestly was stellar. Her revealed private place got him in a better mood. He particularly liked the cross of where her thighs met under the gash. His mouth hardened when she she asked about a premature exit. "Because you're not seeing things right yet!" he said and stood up, face closer to hers. "I WILL let you go WHEN you're being reasonable." he continued. It was clear by the rise and deflation of his chest under the low line of his tanktop that he was upset with her for making him interrupt his continued exploration of her cunt.<br/><br/>"Of course you can't take it alone when you're like this." he said and shook his head, hair a little wilder. He stepped away from her with open-lipped intakes and hissing exhales. "Fuck, Latrice." he barked and then turned around with a toothy frown. He jerked forward like there would be some  violence between them, one way, but skidded to a stop before he reached her where she sat, exposed, on the chair. He sighed, long, in frustration and leaned down, picking up his vodka and finished it. "You know what." he said, one of the fingers up - the others holding the glass - to point out his meaning as his pretty tongue licked inside the clear rim. "You're right. Let's clean you off, and lets leave you alone in there."<br/><br/>He casually rolled the vial off his fingers, and let it crack in three pieces upon landing. He was being belligerent. She had never expected him to be reasonable. He hurried around to grab the back of her chair and the bottom of her seat to lift her up. She wasn't heavy to begin, and the chair was a very light metal.<br/><br/>The bathroom was spacious and bathing in light. There was a bathtub in the middle with a surrounding drape. After setting her down he drew the cover to the side and pulled the overhanging showerhead to life. There was steam soon. "I'll just leave yo here, then." he said and huffed as he lifted her again, this time by her arms, and tipped her to lie on her back on the bottom of the ceramic bowl, still attached and bound to the sitting furniture that had been her shackles up until now. The water was slowly rising in the contained space. At least the temperature was pleasant to scalding. He liked it that way.<br/><br/>"I'll see you in what, half an hour?"<br/><br/>He was already headed toward the door.