He smiled at the play of emotions on her face, and would try to remember it for later. He felt utterly spoiled when she showed all her inner like this, while he got to paint with his own lust on her stomach. His fine eyebrows lifted quickly before they settled when she refused him with that single, initial word. There was the firecracked again, seeped into her answer. She was not playing along anymore. Engel watched patiently as she was inflated with her old spirit.<br/><br/>"And what good are your promises?" he posed, when she said her bit about being done planning with the boy. He let her wrestle with is hands while her icy fury grew. His continued teasing didn't end in a parlor trick for his seed, but she did push his hands away with some entertaining burst of emotion. She still had all that pretty blood under her skin when she sat up, and he couldn't help but marvel at it. She was his snowglobe, and every time he shook her there were new colors.<br/><br/>He sat up too, and ran his slathered fingers through his hair, elegant even in the basest of actions. He sighed slowly and rolled his eyes at her bravado. "I am willing to play with you too, Lyra, but since we're talking about your pliability..." he started and looked her over. "You're only ever good initially." he reminded and then waved his hand to remind her of her rebellion. "You forget quickly, don't you? Here." he offered before that hand moved quickly through the little air between them, and whacked her over her cheekbone. He was larger than her though composed of long bones, and his arm was quite the lever. It easily generated enough power to shake her head with the slap.<br/><br/>"Hurts. And your body recognizes that. Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Geslack." his voice was soft in parody, mimicking hers. "So you listen, like anyone would." he gestured toward her body as though its state and nudity would explain his point perfectly. "But then, when the stinging subsides there's this." Again he showed her her own physical form, like it had changed to underline his new meaning. "Angry. Unpleasant." he shook his head and rolled out of the bed. "Honestly, woman, it's discourteous and casts your upbringing in poor light."<br/><br/>He corrected himself, and made sure his clothes were on perfectly, as always. "Why aren't you constantly trying to put a knife to my throat. Or, if I'm such a great monster, why aren't you always cowering and sucking your thumb?" he seemed truly befuddled by it as he hung his sword on his belt, which might seem intimidating, even if he had no stabbing intent in his current theatrics. He put his hand on the bedpost as he looked her over.<br/><br/>"I will leave the boy for now, because he's only interesting in a very limited capacity, and because you think that's all you ever need. One boy." His voice was clear as silver, and just as cold. "Just so won't only be my enemy in my bed, asking for my mercy, inferior to me in power and wit, but also revealed to be a hypocrite for calling me a snake, and a liar for saying you'll play along." He pulled his gloves on and waved at her a final time. "Well. You have the boy. Will I have my snow?" He'd be very surprised if this barrage had inspired her toward further obedience. He danced very well with his words. If she did play into him, and let his seed be just where it was on her, he'd turn for the door. "See? It's already started."