He could see the stirring of cold in her. It was a good look, because that meant he'd changed her. He knew what to do with innocent girls, with kind hearts, but he knew better what to do with icy women, and the vengeance they wanted in small or grand ways. He pushed at her lips until they made bizarre grimaces, but she'd changed her mind about listening to that particular order. The yellow eyes drank up the chill in her mood. It was appropriate to pepper some attitude, but he'd not given her so much slack on her leash that she could deny him.<br/><br/>His head tilted as he watched her stand up with her dramatic, lacking pace, and then move to the furniture she seemed to favor. How sentimental. He followed her and wiped his mouth with a bit of frustration. "So businesslike, Haley." he complained with no real humor in the statement. He took his place between her legs, and savored the kiss of her slathered, lower lips, much more friendly than her speaking ones had been. He sighed in pace with introducing his limb into her, slower than before, of course, enjoying her texture and the slick hug Haley provided.<br/><br/>He remembered the pace she liked, and fed it to her erratically, between deep visits, hard, to conditioner her toward the kind of harsh love he liked to deliver. It was really the evolution a body needed, especially one so wet and ready as Haley's. He stroked his cheek to her's in some of the thrusts, but mostly it was just that, business, when it came to the affection. He'd memorized her tells, and chased them between harrowing, almost violent fucking. It was in any body to be taught to adore a harder scratch for the hottest itch.<br/><br/>The camera was compromised at these thrashings, but it would add to the footage. Naked girl and clad boy, sharing the couch. He was looking for his own pleasure, in all this, and his cock remembered the pace it was used to, thriving in her hold. He'd made sure she got to where she wanted, and then he'd draw out immediately, like it wouldn't have been sweeter to finish inside her, and leave part of himself there. A possessive burst instead, with his signature laid across her stomach.<br/><br/>Despite being something of a natural physically, Keida wasn't immune to the toll of pleasure, so he panted as he reached into his pocket when he tucked himself away. The recording was stealthily ended, and he saved it in one of his protected files before tossing the phone to her. She'd not find its likeness in the hidden folders, either. "Here then." he said as he picked up the glass and licked the last drop from its lip, other hand on the hip. "There. You're free." she could think she was rid of him, and he kind of wanted to see how vengeful she could be.