She had her little prayer. It gave him satisfaction too. "Not anymore. There is only Veil in your veins." he mocked as he pulled her along. She threatened with the investigation of her family. He laughed loudly at that. Her blood was on his teeth and the tip of his tongue. "Like you suspected me, Lyra?" he tested, bringing up her current failure. "I think I'll be fine. They're made of flesh and bone, too, so if they act discourteous - as you savages are prone to do - I'll just introduce them to the same fate as you." he said. He sighed with bloated confidence and looked down at her, her hair splayed on the floor just inside the door. He leaned down to wipe off some of the blood she'd dripped.<br/><br/>"Ah, there's that expression I want." he said and kneeled by her body, softly kissing her forehead and nose, like she was a corpse, and he was in mourning. "We are going to have so much fun, aren't we?" he said. When his hand graced her forehead, the Veil rushed there to be close to its master. He was a tender torturer. "Now, let's see about getting you cleaned off, shall we?"<br/><br/>It was more of a bath house than anything else. A pool in the middle of the tiles, supplied water by brass people holding vases. Immaculately built art. He placed her by the edge and started ripping her clothes. He seemed to be having a lot of fun with it, too. Engel was, in al truth, overly excited abut seeing her body, since staunch creatures such as Lyra Bremmington liked a certain amount of modesty. "Here." he said and put a singe finger to rest perfectly in her jugular notch. She would feel some of her strength returning. Not enough to fight him, but she could move a little, speak. The Root Spire was truly a horrendous weapon. He continued until she was completely bare.<br/><br/>"I am sorry for bringing you so close to water when you can no longer use it." he said as he unbuttoned his jacket. His intentions were to match her. For someone so inherently elegant, he did not shy from unveiling himself, vulgar organ and all. His shoulders were broad but his build was narrow. The only thing that was bulky on him was exactly that which was always hidden, now hanging free. He dipped her panties in the water, and started cleaning her mouth from the blood cough, and then went about doing the same for the red trails after the scissor's disappeared wounds. She had enough power to try - and fail - to get away and speak but, but not much more.