He liked the way her jaw felt in his fingers. It was like she was transferring the truth of her bravado before she could try to put it on her face. Kisuya listened to her, to his name, when it left her tense lips. He took his time to admire her body while she said her bit. It was good if she had some fight in her. All the more to draw out and stomp down. He was guessing to himself what she looked like without those civilian clothes.<br/><br/>His assumption that he'd get to freely examine her while Kai kept her still was wrong.<br/><br/>His fingers snapped off her face when she cocked her head back, and Kai stumbled. Useless. Kisuya had already caught the event, and wasn't about to be startled. Her hands may be free, but that didn't mean anything in this apartment, where he'd already turned a man into a puddle on the floor. He didn't even move to stop her until she got up. Once she was standing, Kisuya followed, bent arm trailing behind. His balled fist sought out her stomach before she could twist around to run for the door. Their difference in height would most likely let the punch lift her off her feet. Kisuya liked the feel of guts rearranging around his knuckles. In a way, he'd already been inside her. if she didn't fall, somehow, Kai would run for her again.<br/><br/>Kasuya would look down at her if she fell, and reveled in the little, dark triumph. Would officer Katie have a hard time breathing? He was sure it'd be a lovely display. The syndicate head drew his longest finger over one eyebrow as he waited for her to do whatever it is a person does after intercepting a ram with their abdomen. Her body had a nice texture to it, he thought, and wouldn't mind if she got up again.<br/><br/>"Kate." he tried. Surely she could find reason among the stars she was seeing. "Just indulge me, okay?" he suggested as he kneeled over her, legs on either side, and turned her quickly, mashing her chest to the scuffed floorboards. His palm pushed against one of her temples, so the other would stay level with the floor. If she had a gun her still free hands would go for it, and he'd yank it from her before she could use it. "You were just trying to do your job. Play this game we're all in, but you lost. It's over." his other hand pressed down on her ass with the guise of keeping her still, but really he just wanted to know what would would be bouncing on his lap later.<br/><br/>He sighed, realizing she might be more meat than brains. Who knew, maybe idiot Naoto had chosen and idiot partner. Kisuya licked his lips and squeezed her ass a little harder. His hand on her head pressed her down deeper against the wooden panels, until she would be able to feel her own cheekbone dent. "You're mine, right? It's either that or you're dead. And I'd still own you, then."