He sighed, propped up whit his hand on his cheek, as he watched the result of his scheming blossoming on his sheets. She'd not been too keen on this bed yesterday, but today she didn't resist it. Thank you Mr. Temlin. He stroked her cheek and nodded along with her compliance, and scooted even closer to tenderly kiss her on her forehead. "I won't hurt you, then." he agreed and stroked down her shoulder, examining her body, as though he'd never seen her without the intent of violating her, before.<br/><br/>He hummed quietly as his hands moved over her body, trying to send shivers where her nerves were tense, to dispel at least that much for her. "My little doll." he said with affection. Two days ago, Lyra would have tried to skewer him for that kind of remark. Now, was it an endearment? "Let me reward you for being good, okay?" he offered and wrapped his arm around her and in the same motion covering them both in a blanket. He kept her close to his torso, indeed like a doll, and stroked her back softly.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Lyra." he encouraged. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." He was sure the more ludicrous ideas like being left alone or being allowed to leave wouldn't even register in her mind. He'd taught her better than that. And, if she was foolish enough to try still, he'd just have his fun intimidating her, or dancing around the subject. She should have plenty of memories to tell her why it was unwise to upset him in his own bed.<br/><br/>His hand played longingly with the fabric of the thin gown on her back, and he was tight to her, but he was not wearing his stern or threatening aura. He was simply enjoying her company, and putting forth the thought of her happiness for a while. He put another kiss on her brow. Engel had never hated her more than the few red seconds after she'd upset Merci. Lyra had always been dear to him, even when she'd had her swords and tried to run him through. It was just the possessive kind of adoration, like a buyer finding the perfect pet in the cage.<br/><br/>Without realizing it, he was pushing the gown upward from her hip, a quiet kind of reminiscing over his conquest.