Aoi's smirk turned into a thin line of dislike as the woman questioned him. While he could admire her poise and clear determination to survive he hated being told what he could have done. It was one step away from telling him he could go fuck himself. A slight smile crossed his lips as he stared at her. It promised pain for attempting to make him look like a fool. With a flick of his hand he sent his men away.<br/><br/>Once the door was closed his right hand snatched out to tangle itself in her long black hair. With little effort he aimed to drag her off his couch to the floor before him, "Now now, look what you have made me have to do," he purred at her as he stared down at her, "I was very willing a moment ago to see to it that you would be safe but you give me lip. That simply will not do now will it, my sweet Cora?"<br/><br/>He tightened his grip to pull her closer, "I own you or have you forgotten that fact? Who gave you shelter, clothed you, made sure you knew you could send a man to hell for the sins he would desire to commit with your body? I did. I plucked your ass off the street and I can put you right back on it. So make your choice now. Apologize for making me have to send you to a man who will no doubt do things to you to piss me off but you will still have a home. Or be sent with no hope of returning to my care."<br/><br/>His glare while it held heat was cold like death's blade as it sliced the flesh. Aoi disliked weak people and the man he was going to send Cora to was weak. He wanted to tell her to slice the fucks balls off and bring them to him but alas he didn't need to start a damn blood bath for such an annoying insult to his pride. With his free hand he caressed her cheek gently. It was a false motion of kindness. A comforting touch that promised pain should it not be accepted.