He was quite pleased when remnants of the girl he'd had yesterday returned. She remembered the massacre he'd made of her taut place, and it was quite rewarding to see her barraged with the brutal reminiscence when her eyes met the sword that had killed her twice already. Lyra was giving his cock power over her. She revealed something else in her new bravery, when she stepped between him and the fallen servant. Theodor Temlin meant something to her.<br/><br/>Theo's head rang, and he tried to sit up but could barely manage to lift his head from the ground, stomach still married to the earth of the path that should have been their way out. He was trembling, looking up at the completely bare Engel. The haunting member seemed to take a liking to this meeting. He could only image where the crusted blood was from. He was going to beg, for anything, but Lyra presented herself in the way of the violet eye'd monster, that had somehow controlled everything ever since Theo had the thought of treachery.<br/><br/>Tears welled in the dishwasher's green eyes, and he tried to tell her to stop, tried to be brave. The truth was that she was of good blood, and had the training and expectations to be great. Theodore had nothing but a willingness to be better than he'd been born, and this inexplicable attachment to her. While the shards of their dream lid around him, beaten down too, Lyra tried preserving hope of survival, at least. He could do nothing to help her, and was left relying on her quietly.<br/><br/>Engel stroked her cheek as he wiped the dried blood on his own. He nodded, like he'd been the judge of their sins, and was now at a decision as to their fates. "I will if you do right by me." It was clear that his desires would have something to do with the ever rising, blunt weapon between him and her. It stood proud soon, at the same size as when it taught her not to rebel, yesterday. "A fly I named Vannesroot." he flicked a finger for the ground just by his feet, which suggested she kneel there. "But I swat flies in frustration, Lyra." he warned. "So, I'm just asking you to clean up your own mess."<br/><br/>Theodore gasped and shook his head, tears wetting his face. "K-kill me then." he didn't want for the beautiful woman who'd opened her grand home for him to suffer such humiliation. He didn't know why her honor was so important to him - he'd never had much stock in other people's pride until today. He tried to stand, but his hand faltered in supporting him, and his cheek hit the hard earth. He grunted in frustration at his own weakness.<br/><br/>Engel shrugged as the Veil started spreading on Theo's neck and jaw. "What will it be, Lyra Bremmington? This insect, or your mouth? Either are going to taste blood."