Phae hadn't considered the possibility of feeling anything more than inconvenience over her displacement, but as time in the company of the pilot increased, so too did that flood of hormones overcome her residual anger. It was frustrating in its own way, a trap meant to lower her inhibitions for the purpose of procreation, but as she could only ruminate about, this wasn't the circumstance nor the place for such things. She found her eyes retreating in a manner akin to guilt, but her mannerisms suggested openness despite the ploy to lessen their immediate intimacy. By the grace of whatever higher powers were in play, she hadn't spoken in a manner to betray her desires, though Jack's hints earned the ghost of a smirk from the Auroun as if she had similar goals in mind.<br/><br/>A fine line between fantasy and reality, of course. Treading the line was half the fun, Phae realized as they reached the dormitory Jack intended for her to stay in, but how far was she willing to go with the charade? That was all it was, after all. A charade. Some elaborate ruse to earn the trust of a captor...<i>right?</i>His hand was making it difficult to concentrate, adding pressure to the base of her spine that pleased her senses enough to earn a gentle hum in her throat. In their traveling, she hadn't spoken, but acknowledging this was more difficult than it needed to be and happened only when they reached their destination and there were no more steps left to take to keep her mind from wandering back to his wayward hand.<br/><br/>"Oh." Feigning an exaggerated yawn, the woman nodded quickly to assure the fellow she hadn't missed the entirety of his explanation. It was just... Well, lots to take in, wasn't it? From her escape to her apparent capture, and now Jack himself- Phae couldn't easily trace the sequence of events, despite recalling them with a clarity she had not realized she possessed. "Do you prefer Jack, or should I keep this formal?" Regardless what he answered with, she fully intended to continue calling him Jack. Stepping inside the doorway of the chamber, Phae took a long moment to gather her thoughts before asking further of her host, "Master? They trusted you with<i>this</i>?" This being the entirety of the vessel they had traveled through, of course. Perhaps she failed to find the words due to her endless plague of stray questions- ultimately, she was finding there would be no short supply of things to ask, but she hadn't decided which of these topics were safe ones.<br/><br/>Setting down her cat so he was free to roam, the Auroun made an about-face toward Jack so she was again playing victim to his appearance. It caused that familiar ache of need every time she made the mistake of scanning his dark uniform to seek further hints of his outline so she resolved herself to keep her attention on his face. Specifically, his eyes, though even that had her mind dancing around the possibilities open to the pair now that they were near several beds and away from the transparency of a hallway corridor. Without Reginald in her arms, Phae instinctively crossed her arms beneath the swell of her breasts so there was less to read about her general demeanor aside from that closed-off stance. Guarded. Yes, that was just how she meant to appear while skirting light conversation with Jack.<br/><br/>Guarded and increasingly hesitant to trust herself with guiding the topic.<br/><br/>Swapping leaning her weight from one leg to the other, Phae chewed at her bottom lip between thoughts. "Well, this is all very hospitable of you, Jack, but as I'm sure you can imagine, this is all new to me. The ship, you, what happened to my ship- Fuck, Jack." An uneasy laugh escaped the woman. "Do I even need to take a tour with you? Unless you've got a serious case of lonely sheets, I'm still here unwillingly and you don't have to pretend to be friendly. If I'm going to be confined for my stay, just say so." The comment relating to his sheets was probably a poor choice for the Auroun to make, but she meant it in jest. Something between two new acquaintances that showed she wasn't absolutely terrified by the difference in their status. Phae, a woman of simple means, meeting Jack, a man with power of all variety at his fingertips.<br/><br/>Most certainly, she didn't want to admit thoughts of his sheets spawned from her nagging desire to fuck her host. That wouldn't be very prisoner-like behavior, after all.