He had liked the welcoming shadows. What tale the disarray treated him to. Angry girl, making splinters out of wood and shards out of fine glass. He'd laughed and it had been mocking and delighted at the same time. Aerill liked this theatre stage that she had created, and though she could not bee a better character if she had tried, her clothes torn and her cheeks taking up the wine's color. She didn't know a man's nature if she thought this made it less likely for him to have at her.<br/><br/>And their little game around the bed was just that. Even if he'd been barefoot on all this debris she could not have hoped to outrun him. "Do you think there is no running in war?" he'd asked fleetingly while giving her the illusion of keeping him at bay with her avoidance, while luring her into that corner, after all. He had reward for his labor soon, when she was indeed caught between two meeting walls. He looked around as though it had happened without any planning, and then his eyes turned to her, radiant with their sapphire shrapnel, as though she'd orchestrated it all, perhaps to seduce him. He was expressive because he didn't need to hide anything for her.<br/><br/>His eyes lost focus when she accused him of being untrue about his prisoner. But suddenly his demeanor changed, his next words became a bark. "No!" and the room shuddered with his projected anger. The light was frightened too, so much so it almost killed itself. But its will to live went on, and so did his sentence. "You lied, princess." he reminded. His head fell lower, closer to hers to chase it to her other shoulder, surely. It would give him an ear. "You said I'd be defeated. You promised punishment for  my discourtesies and retribution for my rampant bloodlust." he licked the words, and his breath licked her lobe. His body pressed against hers. "What do you know of the real world, Ilona? I could very well have stuffed one of your siblings somewhere, couldn't I?" he slapped the wall above her head. Wrathful, but he wasn't really mad, she'd just inspired the fit in him, and he'd complied with the impulse. He loved berating her.<br/><br/>"Maybe you should start believing me. Everyone you love would still have been alive if only you had." he pointed out. Her neck caught his eyes, and he was immediately stricken. He fell in love with the perfect skin, the wine in him moving his emotions fast. He was further drawn into her when her shoulder jumped and her sound was adorable. He laughed and savored the sight of her tits rising quickly.<br/><br/>"Ah, you're blasted too, aren't you, princess." he said with a laugh and stroked her cheek, like he had been too mean and now was the time for reconciliation. His other hand, however, hooking between her fleshy mounds and hung there casually. "You know how to have fun on  your own." he stated. "But," he injected as he moved back, leaving her be as his eyes became as clear as the summertime heaven the blue specks were stolen from. "There is still the matter of our trade."<br/><br/>He crossed his arms and looked her over. "Off with them, and you'll buy your sorry brother some solace from the flogging." he said and chuckled. "He asked for you, you know. Ebrin, is that his name? Yes, Ebrin. He swore you'd pay for his release. He's kind of a weak boy, isn't he?" he went on and then hung his thumb in the waist of his own pants, sliding them lower to reveal the triangular muscle that would become the arrow of his well composed torso toward his cock. He knew that particular shape had appealed to princesses in the past. he wondered, himself, if making the pretty girl strip would be enough. Surely it would drive him outside of himself to see her comply.<br/><br/>"Well, what will it be." he asked the rosy girl. "Your modesty or Ebrin's life? It's not a deal a good sister should hesitate on."