Her reaction was engaging. Upset, but reasonable. She wasn't breaking things and she didn't even consider given herself speech back. Not that she didn't try to negotiate. He liked to listen and give her silence in return. Pretty girl with her legs bare, but her instincts were way off. In the end, it felt like she convinced herself to seek out what he wanted from her. He stayed where he was, quieter than she, despite having the ability to make tangible words, if he wanted.<br/><br/>Rade frowned when she turned around to get the bikini on, and then shrugged. It was fair, he decided, and noted to be more specific next time. If this was the kind of trouble she'd give him, it was a good trade off. Allison looked good in the two piece she'd chosen, and it was surreal to have gotten it out of her so easily. He huffed with some appreciation when she let him inspect her quickly, but looked her over as though he didn't understand what she meant by waiting for him to move.<br/><br/>He couldn't torture her for long like this, and eventually went into the corridor to follow her toward the kitchen. Once they were back he pulled out at chair by the table and sat down facing her. He put his elbow on the supporting surface and watched her, waiting. There were knives in there, but her attitude so far made him feel secure she wouldn't use them, and if she did, he'd more than likely get the upper hand before she could inflict anything lethal.<br/><br/>"Chef's choice." he said and tapped a rhythm with his foot on the floor. He wondered if she'd wake up or try something soon. It seemed out of place that she'd go along like this for too long. Did she have a plan? He at least intended to ride this for as far as it went. Maybe Allison had issues that weren't apparent, or maybe she was just this kind of person. Either way, he didn't see himself entertained by her compliance for too long. Between his leg being tended to and now his hunger, he was likely going to want something more... intimate from her soon.