She was testing him. To see if he would actually bite. Paced flashed elongated canines in a grin, his eyes flashing when she all but dared him. He pulled himself up, his chair squeaking its protest as his weight shifted from it. They were still separated by the desk, for now, but he was tall enough to lean fully over the blocky wooden monster he had shoved into his office. Pale eyes trailed from her dancing stare to the plush contours of her mouth, lingering there as his hand extended like he might touch her.<br/><br/><br/>Only his fingertips brushed past her cheek, past the tender column of her neck where he could see her pulse thumping through her veins, and clasped instead around the pendant around her neck. Eyes dropping suddenly, he pulled the symbol up. The motion would force her to even suffer from discomfort as the chain around her neck tightened or lift herself up with it.<br/><br/><br/>Bringing the pendant to his nose, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the musk of a wolf that subdued the ancient pulse of something darker, something potent, and something that was very, very powerful. He doubted the woman in front of him even understood what it was she had in her possession. Glancing up, his eyes shimmered as his thumb stroked like a lover’s touch across its surface, coaxing its hidden depths closer to the surface.<br/><br/><br/>She was a witch. She might even feel it, too, throbbing like it was alive, dangerous and seductive. Of course, as soon as he let it thump back against her chest, the pull waned back into the necklace, dormant until needed.<br/><br/><br/>“So yourself and your partner traipsed recklessly into the arms of a demon,” he affirmed softly, but not without understanding in his eyes when he lifted them back up to meet hers. His head was canted, his upper torso pushed down close enough that the heat of his mortal body radiated. “Have you ever defeated a demon before, little witch? They’re tricky, that ilk; they are the underbelly of our little supernatural society, spawned from nothing. They’re almost as bad as vampires, who are true parasites. Whoever contrived a curse where you can continuously create more and more, at your own damn leisure?”<br/><br/><br/>He pulled himself back up, towering up above her seated frame with his claimed 6’4’’, and moved from behind his desk to lean his hip on the edge of his desk beside her. “You’re not the first person to come into my bar with revenge, vengeance, hate, loss… all that -- but you can’t seek it here. Abernus knows that; you know first hand that he’s at least smart enough to behave while at a waystation. If it were him, I would toss him back where he belonged to try and scrape and crawl back into a mortal plane. Someone would have to summon him, then, if I did that. So he would be trapped for -- oohhh… I would give it at least another fifty years before some jackass kid finds any kind of book with his name written on it dumb enough to summon something like that. Abernus knows this, so he pretends to be a good boy.”<br/><br/><br/>He angled himself closer, this time letting his fingers tease the silken strands of her hair. “Instead, it was you. You’ve left me with absolutely no choice. You’re going to have to be my eternal sex slave for your offense.”<br/><br/><br/>His eyes lit up and so did his grin. Suddenly, the hair playing with her hair tightened at the base of her neck, his grip tugging the mane taut as he tilted her face up to his. His breath was a whisper against her mouth when he leaned down. “You should have goaded him like I would. Taunted him into a frenzy so that he was the first to attack you with a broken beer bottle. Frankly, I think you need to be punished for wasting good booze.”<br/><br/><br/>His free hand slipped down, popping the button on the jeans that hugged his hips. The zipper was next as he pinched it between his fingers and dragged it down slowly, watching her face the entire time.