She sat and retreated with her returning power. He supposed it was the only conceivable option for her. How haughty she looked, her expression, and how flattered he was by her body's honesty. Her arms and chest knew well she was a legless rabbit by the brook with a wolf. He gasped in theatric hurt when she took her panties for herself. Engel followed her when she went on, on his knees, like he was some kind of undressed suitor, eager for her to see him and accept him. The lightness of this room made his ivory skin and alabaster hair almost invisible. There were only those eyes left, in the steam from the water. Two planets, following her.<br/><br/>"I was planning to make your stay here comfortable." he explained, head tilted in a way that let her think he couldn't understand why she was being so aggressive with her voice. He was not too distracted by her face, despite her talking, and already had an eyeful of her breasts. "No ransom." he promised, shaking No and lifting his hands to show honesty. He put his elbow on his knee and supported his chin on his palm when she offered to take his job of cleansing her. He gestured with the remaining hand. Sitting like this, he was completely visible for her, gender and all.<br/><br/>"Then please go ahead. I didn't mean to insult your capability. It's just that... you seemed useless. Almost like a human rug." he said and pointed at her. The veil would come back full force, like a tipped vial of poison infecting cotton. She would be allowed no strength even to sit. And when she'd reveled in her weakness for a while, he'd saunter over on his knees again, and put her panties back in her hand before he granted her the same amount of strength back as before. "See my point?" he asked, and then waited for her to wipe herself, like she'd said, like she was a show.<br/><br/>Eventually, whether she chose to do what she said or not - perhaps she didn't have the properties to overcome her pride or the momentum of her choice - he'd simply slide her into the pool. It was deeper than she was tall, and with her current level of energy, it would be as good as drowning her. He'd dive in when she realized it, and hold her up by the surface, her face left to stare at the pretty murals valved above them. He'd kiss her forehead and lead her through the water like this. Every now and then he'd support her head from below, and help himself to a gentle groping of her drowned breast.<br/><br/>"I like this." he whispered. "I'm a little like a cat playing with a dead mouse, aren't I?" he dipped her head low under the water and then brought her up again. "Do you suppose you'll bleed when I take your maidenhead?" he whispered. "The twins did. That's why they were limping on the nameday." A cruel truth.