Engel had been pleased with her surprise when no further punishment came to her. At every turn she gave him the finest expressions. How could he not want her as his own doll. The maids were always delighted with his attention, and tried never to be surprised at his tastes. But with her he could ask for a cup of water and she'd be appalled. While he was usually creative with his projects, none of them gave so much for so little as Lyra Bremmington. He chuckled at her hateful look and then clucked his tongue at how beautiful it was. The sentiment didn't faze him. She was easing in to being his plaything, even if she didn't know it.<br/><br/>Her agreement was worth all the bullying, and though it was shortly expressed, he thought she was making headway to be a good guest. He didn't want to disrupt her progress by beating her silly for ignoring his question about the band, and left her to scope out his room. He certainly did take his time, and moved around in there freely, the sounds letting her know when he brushed closer to the door. The room had an array of assignation tools for her, if she wished. Women's hairpins, even needles. He had a letter knife and some ornamental daggers on his vanity. All of it was gilded and expertly crafted. If she was feeling rough about her weapon, she could break a hand mirror under the sheets and use the glass shards.<br/><br/>Engel came out, gasping when he matched her in his black coat and pants. He'd chosen a tie to match his eyes and white, laced collars and cuffs. He smiled at her with a bloated satisfaction. "Look at us. We're meant to be, aren't we?" She'd seemed nice enough last time he'd seen her, so he came to her, assuming she'd be as forthcoming. The crook of his arm, if she would have it. He winked. "A Bremmington woman in Geslack clothes isn't so bad, after all. Maybe I should clean up everyone in your family?" he suggested with a laugh before walking her out the door, either with her arm around his, or by holding her hand firmly.<br/><br/>Loell was the oldest brother, and had a deeper, almost black shade of Engel's eyes. Those eyes widened a little when the middle child came in to the dining hall with his company. "Well, well..." he said and stood, bowing. "I didn't know they'd forgiven us for the sleights that they imagined." If the family had been conspiring to kill the Bremmington twins together, then it seemed that at least Loell had been left out. Engel slapped Loell's shoulder so he would straighten.<br/><br/>"Throw you charms elsewhere brother. She's with me, can't you see?" Engel pointed out and kissed her on top of her head. The rest of the family whispered a little but none of them said anything else. He made sure Lyra sat very close to him. Judging by the placement of the chairs, that were otherwise evenly space with modesty in mind, it was almost inappropriate. He leaned close to her.<br/><br/>"You're special you know. It usually takes a dozen of moments like we just had to meet my family. I guess I was charmed by your weakness." he whispered in her ear.