Her tension and her small words trying to be commands made him chuckled into the back of her neck. It was clear he had a hard time even imagining her as a threat anymore. How much he liked what he reduced her to. It was said in his embrace of her, but also echoed of his lack of fear when he fell asleep. When she moved to free herself he rolled to his back, innocent face with his blood still running like a system of brooks over his details, hardening to crimson flakes that moved around with his shifting expressions. He was quite serene when he slept. It was not his sleeping form that had killed her family members and taken her virginity while she protested.<br/><br/>He would have been content like this, it seemed, for quite some time even without her body heat. But he sat up, eyes narrow in confusion when she started hollering. Engel put the palm of his hand to the socket of his eye and groaned. "Fucking Bremmington savage." he muttered and stood. He stomped over to her, as though intending to eat her. The blood fell off like jigsaw from his face, leaving the light, crimson notes like sakura petals in the air in his wake. His face was fully restored, it even had the blush of recently healing on its complexion.<br/><br/>"If I can't have a nap near you then what kind of pet are you!" he shouted at he pulled her hair to shut her up. The door opened for its master and he tossed her onto the carpeted floor of his room. It was a large suite and it had all the trinkets that were expected of the wealthy. He slammed the door shut and gestured for his bed. An array of women clothes, none of them like the battle-ready garb she'd come here in first, today. He clapped his hands as he opened his own clothing chamber. "Pick one." he said. "Unless you mean to entice me with your ass out like that."<br/><br/>It spoke of his hubris, leaving her to all manner of make-shift weapons. He'd managed with scissors, if she remembered. And he was counting on her continued distress for a while. "I was thinking you eat dinner with us today. I already told them you and I are an item." he explained and came out, still naked mostly, and held up a silken neck ornament meant for fine collars. He held it to his throat. "What do you think about this? Or is black too formal?" he pressed and then huffed, unhappy with it already. "I'll go with a crimson." he decided and disappeared into the chamber again.