Her look was reward enough. His fingers formed a square and pinched to she'd know he'd caught her forever in that make-believe frame. She was instantly a stranger in her own skin, fidgeting in her pumps and uncomfortable with the air. His eyes followed hers to the different stages of her dismay, recreated by him through his own laid-bare scope on the expensive hardware. He was proud, and didn't mind whatever flood of emotions it brought to her. He thought this was going to be a bit of a grind, trying to squeeze himself for whatever inspiration grows under pressure. With her here, this was going to at least be entertaining at times.<br/><br/>She had actually stayed where she was, waiting for him to come to her. She didn't know it, but she probably wanted all this. He almost lost it to a new fit of laughter when she reacted to his tap on her ass. He remembered groping it when it was bare. Crossed arms and all business. Like that was ever going to work. "Mhm." he agreed when she laid up her plan. "Whatever I need, you say?" he confirmed and looked her over. "Well, so far we're not off to the best start, Talia." he pointed out and stroked her arm. His touch fell lower, to measure her waist between his thumb and index finger.<br/><br/>"I asked you to take off your panties, didn't I?" he reminded. "And I never want you to wear any when you're working with me." he added. Culler moved back and collected a tablet from a low table by a couch, just to their side. The setup was reminiscent of his livingroom, where he'd had her. He spun the tablet on his finger by one corner. It was a deft way to play with sensitive, expensive equipment. "You want me to draw, you better inspire me. And obedience is a good first step." The tablet eventually lost the momentum keeping it upright and it inclined until it fell off his finger and cracked against the floor.<br/><br/>"That was my progress for the last hour." he said with a shrug. "Now." He held out his hand. "Your fucking panties, Talia." he was sure she'd see reason and be more amendable. If she did not then he would find the next screen, and ruin that too. Just the cost of replacing the tech should be staggering. "And pull-up your skirt. I wanna see how your pussy's doing." He was just making demands as he thought of them. His eyebrows twitched in a new inspiration as he nodded for the table. "Actually, put yourself there, on you hands and knees so I can see properly." He moved over to the low support. "I am doing you a favor, you know. I could just rip your clothes and mess you up if I wanted, not like you can afford leaving if I don't let you, so consider this a courtesy because you came to my house to get the shit fucked out of you the other day. At least now you're gonna get to keep your clothes intact."