Terryn quirked a brow at him when he folded his hands behind his back. She kept her eyes on his onyx skin and she watched his posture, never letting her eyes fall off of his. She wasn't sure if he was testing her resolve or what it was, but Terra wasn't so easily manipulated. She tried to recall exactly what was said about this demon lord, but her memories were foggy. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly and a soft sigh passed through her lips. One step forward was all it took, and her eyes looked up, staring at the rubies that adorned his features. However, he kept moving closer.. And closer. Her lips parted slightly and when she felt surrounded by his scent there was a slight fear gripping at her core and she swallowed hard. His voice made her lower lip tremble and although she was good at hiding it, there was no doubt in Terra's mind that Ammaraxyl took notice.<br/><br/>A few drips of blood fell off of her hand and when he raised a hand, the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention, breath catching in her throat before she realized that he was healing her without breaking a sweat. Such a demonstration was clearly to either prove himself or to seek her praise and she smirked up at him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Fascinating.." </span>She was a scholar in the search for magical prowess, and she had to admit the way her hand stitched itself up so quickly, almost like his magic was eager to please it's master caused Terryn to bite down on her lower lip. She was fascinated, intrigued, excited, and as his voice played against her ear she was getting thrilled in ways she probably shouldn't have been.<br/><br/>However, he was just as intrigued in her body as she was in him and she smirked, her tongue gliding over her lip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Oh is that right.."</span>She took a step towards him and drawn close like a chemistry she couldn't explain, her fingers glided over the dark firm skin of his arm. Her eyes looked from his muscle back up to his arm, fear making her legs tremble but excitement held in his gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Maybe you can show me how to properly treat this body of mine.. That is why I made my contract of blood.. To bring you into reality for a chance to be better, but if that doesn't interest you.."</span>She began to pull her lithe fingers away but he spoke of vengeance for souls that were truly vile. Her interest was piqued yet again and she spun away from him as she paced gently, clicks from her heels echoing along the wooden floors.<br/><br/>She couldn't deny her heart had skipped a beat when he showed a genuine interest in sexual favors from her and it took pure stamina not to melt right there like putty in his hands. Her eyes had a flicker in them as the candles off on the end tables cracked behind them. Her cat had jumped onto her bed and the jingle of the bell he had found broke her concentration. With a gentle shake of her head she looked over her shoulder at Ammaraxyl a genuine intrigue and a hint of lust hidden there. She smiled at him and twirled, the skirt revealing more of her toned thigh than originally visible.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Well last I checked, the one kind of deal that bored your kind was that of the flesh, but maybe you haven't found one that interested you, maybe my tomes held the wrong information."</span>Terryn moved towards him and stood closer than he did originally, their bodies about a breath apart. A gentle smirk rested on her features and a dark chuckle escaped her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"But if you're going to have me, I would prefer it be from intrigue, not a deal." </span><br/><br/>A deep breath caused her to regain her concentration, looking away from his gaze. A hand rested on his abdomen and her heart pounded hard against her chest. A heavy huff escaped her lips and she pulled herself away, the heat of his skin making her cheeks turn a couple shades of pink. Thankfully her skin wasn't as pale as most of the villagers so it was a little more difficult to tell whether or not embarrassment was clear across face. Turning away from him again, she twirled her hair in her fingers and pulled it off of her shoulders and twisted it to be in some kind of braid before a small breath escaped her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"><i>Easy.. I can't be so easily distracted.. He's stronger than me and if i give in to temptation so soon he'll never take me seriously.</i> </span>A nod of satisfaction came over her as she clapped her hands together and looked back at him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"As for payment,"</span>Terryn's eyes met his and she smiled at him, a hint of cockiness in her gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"...there are a few organized bandits that have been wreaking havoc on nearby villages, murdering innocents, and stealing from their homes. Do those types sound acceptable for you, Lord Ammaraxyl?"</span>She bowed her head gently and stood a few feet from him. She raised a hand, a mirror floating in front of him showing the scene of the bandits holding hostages, threatening to kill families for gold, food or women. Terryn however couldn't hold the mirror for long, the image flickering out and she felt a pain in her wrist, holding it with a slight wince.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Mmn!"</span>Her brow furrowed and she let out a huff. So much for appearing strong. A hint of frustration hit her features and she balled her hand into a gentle fist before shaking her head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"I'll.. Be fine. I simply used too much power in the summoning, forgive me." </span>