It was very pleasing to see her so frazzled. There was a time when he'd protected her from this kind of thing, but girls with dreams around their tiaras were not prone to have villains curve around them for shelter. They'd rather have radiant princes. But he didn't laugh. That would have been too much for her, especially if it had been the honest kind of bellowing laughter he was holding back. "I didn't show it to him, did I?" he pointed out and went about what he was doing. Adorable Haley, at her wits end, fretting like a little ball in his couch, where she'd been so keen on his services before.<br/><br/>He came back after having ignored her while putting the trash away. He had a new drink in his hand. This time it was a few splashes of his father's vodka. He liked to celebrate when he was being wicked. He put the glass down on the table and then sat beside the stilling liquid, where his ramen bowl had been. He looked at her and caught her chin with his finger, to make her return the attention. He licked his lips free of the residual industrial liquid, and let her see some darkness in his eyes. He wanted to see some more honesty in her, the way she'd wanted so much for release she'd said his name like she loved him, the other day, when they'd feasted on her innocence.<br/><br/>"So, I delete the picture, I give you your panties back, and then we have this lesson, that I am providing." he summarized. His finger flicked her chin as he let it go. "And then I go along with Cain hounding me to keep away from you, and maybe I'll learn some stuff for our essay too." he said. This kind of persona worked well with the girls who wanted to see their fathers in all their lovers. He held up the glass and rolled the contents. Stern boy, with all the cards.<br/><br/>"No." he said, and he was sure that would hit her hard. "You're going to listen to me now." he said and stroked her cheek. He had some of the shallow depth and relished in the sting in his mouth, claiming all the salts and aroma from the ramen. He held the cylinder out to touch her hot face, to calm her, but also to practice his control, making sure she knew not to draw away. Proper girls sometimes like their decisions made for them. Haley certainly wasn't a typical initiator, despite her planned confession. "I am going to some of these things for you, but I want something too, to make it all go smother." he said and held the glass to her lips. He started pouring and unless she drank, her clothes would be soaked. Eventually he'd free her from it and finish it off himself.<br/><br/>"Take off your clothes, Haley. And never ask for you underwear back." he placed the glass on the couch table and leaned back to see her better. "And say my name all sweet like you did before." In the air hung a potent threat, but also a promise that he'd tend to her ache if she did what she was told.