Kaenta saw her composure. She wore it on her bones. Old traditions, because she was born long ago. But bones break in any age. Such a quiet demeanor. Thunderstorms, the like one she carried inside her - her weapon - are not quiet by nature. He wondered if he could elicit calamitous passion out of her inexperienced heart. Perhaps if he built his sleights tall.<br/><br/>Her skin was unspoiled. It wasn't like Kirin were known for their battle faces. His thumb loved her cheekbone, and the finger with his lightning ring tugged at the side of that straight mouth. Mockery, like he already owned her. Kaenta clucked his tongue and leaned closer to her face. "You're the one who's fortunate today, dragon daughter." he said. "Because you're not going to be milked for your fortune anymore." Boardroom clam but his breath was hot on her cheek. Two fingers touched her throat, like they were lovers and he wanted her to give him her skin to kiss. "I'll free your heart too, eventually." he said and then stepped back.<br/><br/>Sam prattled on, but he was of no significance anymore, not today, at least. Kaenta held his wrists behind his back as he circled her once. With a look to the side, one of his men still wearing a helmet moved out of the room to get the payment. Black market money, which meant stones and metals, and only a modest amount in numbers on their accounts. Neoncult had all manner of treasure chests.<br/><br/>She was beautiful, but so where his whores. She echoed her other shape, which was her entire value, physically. Her eyes stayed away from him. Tactile. She had her pride built over spans of human lifetimes. It would tumble under his, he'd decided. A woman. Men and women have weaknesses. Kaenta suddenly pushed her, to see if there was strength in her that would imply she was otherworldly. If not, if she was just a beautiful girl in this, she would surely fall,  given her stance and the angle of his assault.<br/><br/>In the event of her crumble, he'd look down at her, dark human pillar, considering his newest dragon toy from far above. "Show me your tongue." he'd say, asking for a kind of submission, and wait for her to refuse so she could have her first taste of the ring's might, activating her own power in on itself. However formidable she was, she'd be equally vulnerable. How delicious. He was sure her reactions would be positively edible.<br/><br/>If she remained standing he'd simply activate the ring for not having abided by his shove.