She walked with the confidence of being led by her prey, all the way to the couch where better fortified hearts had spilled all the secrets of their tautly kept chambers on his floor. He was sure they were equally confident in their own advantage here. Someone who liked to stack the deck like Ms. Vauqelin relied on having a some mental ace in the hole. But he'd already decided to win this. He controlled a smile when she positioned her silvery eyes to be his demise. His red lips parted to make a thin, black line between them, which allowed the petal limbs to swell to their full potential. It was a sympathetic, open expression, almost vulnerable, to goad her performance further. She would see little threads of gold in the darkness of his irises. They looked like shining secrets, and it usually made the ones who lingered on his eyes intrigued, like they'd glanced a part of him he usually wouldn't share. In truth, it was akin to the light of an angler fish, and this was deep-sea hunting, now.<br/><br/>She opted for her real name, and he was a bit relieved. One less layer of lies to worry about. Honesty was the straightest path to anyone's heart, and heartbreak. "Welcome Alissa." His voice was noticeably deeper, infused with a healthy amount of breath to make their talk intimate. "It is." Correct. His insistence on agreeing was to encourage her to keep talking. So far he wasn't employing any other methods than he'd learned during his schooling. Now, supposedly, the woman who was smartly dressed, well pressed and business like - ripe to be disheveled and slammed down on her knees - would go about unfolding her woes to him, and her own inadequate reflections and musings on them. At this point she seemed perturbed and Leunan had to assume it was because her artic, drawing stare wasn't inspiring him to crumble under her influence.<br/><br/>The pendant with similar coloring as her eyes did provide a minimal distraction, the way new behavior in any subject under study does. Again he had to consciously disallow a smile. He'd already noted her monochromatic ensemble, professional yet reminiscent of boardroom fantasies. he didn't need to be reminded. It was a effective trick, he was sure, but if she engaged like this, she'd not only come to his coliseum to fight, but she'd chosen the very weapon he was known for - the mind. It was fitting that she should handle metal in her slight hand, because right now she was a silver-eyed doe, prancing up to his wolf sensibilities, and putting herself to slaughter, slowly, unknowingly. He gave her no satisfaction, and was more than content in enjoying that cleavage - very becoming, he had to give her - in the peripheral of his focus. He let the irritation over not winning his compromised attention grow in her while she spilled her story. It was, admittedly, a very impressive fabrication - it might even be true, but if it was, it was irrelevant.<br/><br/>Leunin remained engaged-looking and slightly forward leaning from where he sat beside her on the table itself to create an impromptu feeling, like he was giving her personal and causal care. Eventually her games of hands to her chest and recanting of family plots ended, and he could nod with almost teary empathy as his hand touched her shoulder. His eyes sought to engulf hers, amber roots in blackened fields, eager to welcome her to the warm and sordid despair that had led many patients to ruin and bliss. "This business with your cousin sounds hard on you, Ms. Vauqelin." he said and stroked down her arm. She was getting everything she wanted from her rehearsed tidbit. But he was going to change that, and establish his own importance and send the hormones that comes with pangs of inferiority through her system.<br/><br/>"Especially since it's all made up." he added and stood, grabbing her by her shoulder to do the same. He was starting to move her toward the door again, not violent, but he could very well insist physically, given his advantage in weight and height. He was positioning her to feel failure, and with the oncoming expulsion from his room and thereby the conclusion of her chances, she'd perhaps feel the stress of panic, as well, which might let her make a mistake or two. He wasn't done stacking the deck in his favor. "I have your family files. Your late aunt confided in me and I have extensive medical records that point to risks in your gene pool, Alissa. It has serious implications." His voice was steady as they neared the threshold. Threat of future ailments were usually enough to intrigue the most skeptical patient. "But if you're just here to get some alone time or expose me for whatever dirty rumors you want to put in your reeking tabloid, I'll not have it." The manhandling would also trigger animalistic submission given as she could not win an altercation.<br/><br/>"Now, I'm happy to be your doctor and make sure whatever happened to your aunt does not happen to you, but I'm not playing along with your rich-girl narcissism at the cost of time I could devote to actually saving other patients." He even corrected her posture with a couples of shakes, and put her hair back behind her ears like he was sending her off to somewhere where she needed to look proper. At this point he should have established himself as an unquestionable alpha over her. Hopefully this would lead her to want his approval, or at least a scramble to stay here. Scolded girls are usually sore to please.<br/><br/>His hand came under her chin and lifted her silvers to again be buried in the darkness and light in his eyes. "Well, ms. Vauqelin? Are you ready to be serious, and listen to me, or will this be the last we see of each other?"