She was pulled out of her own head when he went about voicing his new, foul mood. It immediately made Culler feel better. He shifted his shoulders appropriately to her inner beast metaphor for him. His grin was covered in the pizza grease when she tried to soothe him like a shepherd hoping to calm the wolf waiting at the edge of her heard. It of course made him want to pounce at her again, when she was doing everything she could to appeal to his civil side. Perhaps she should not have put her hopes on wrangler techniques, then.<br/><br/>He put the piece back, dragging his tongue over her arguments instead, inside his mouth. Culler looked disappointed first, ready to reject her fully without an explanation. It was in his power to be utterly unreasonable, but mayhem without rules made for short games that sizzled to their own end when the novelty died out. In a way, Talia was offering something longer, more sustainable. Yes. The sister of his victim, who'd become a victim herself, was asking him for instructions to be a better captive, for a better leash.<br/><br/>"Well, since you're finally being so accommodating." she'd been lovely so far, coming back for more and offering him such good faces to draw, but he wouldn't tell her that now. Not to mention taking care of his cock in all ways he forced her. "I suppose I don't mind if you go about your other duties. You're a hard worker aren't you, Talia?" he asked. It could have been praise if it wasn't so condescending. He picked up the can she'd sat on, the one which temperature was still between her asscheeks, and opened it, trying it.<br/><br/>"I'll be moved to be more lenient if I didn't have to tell you what to do at every turn." he said, looking blankly at her as the thoughts lulled in his head. "How about I see some initiative from you? if I'm not occupied with thinking of new ways to put you in distress, I could concentrate more on my work, to everyone's benefit." he grinned widely as the plot was forming between his temples. "Ah, yes, that sounds like a solution I like." he put the coke down and stood up, coming to her and taking her hand, like they were friends, or more.<br/><br/>He stroked his thumbs over the back of her knuckles. "Next time you see me, which should be soon, how about you offer instead of waiting to be taken? I don't want any of that vanilla shit. We're not that kind of entanglement. You're my toy. You're not my woman." he underline and shrugged. "In short, just think of what might be hard for you to do for me, and do that. If I think it's sufficiently creative or delicious, I'll consider myself well fed and you'll keep your job, and I'll keep my inspiration." he nodded to cement the deal himself, but then looked her in the eye for her part of the contract. "Well?"