Karie didn't like the tone of voice he took with her, her eyes flashing with the silent protest against his threat had she spoken out of line. Her survival instinct had kicked in now that her body had stopped acting as if she were an animal in heat. He seemed to want to be provoked but did not like the way she voiced her opinion. Galos was making it<i>very</i>clear that she had none any longer. Karie knew she could resist him with other means besides her words. She decided now would not be the greatest time to do so.<br/><br/>Her eyes trailed his face and not his motions as he lifted up her hand over a glass and bent over to bite her. The quick hitch of breath came, not because of the small pinch as he tore deep enough for her blood to flow so readily, but because he was so comfortable in doing such a thing. She felt as if she were sinking towards the floor, her body becoming heavy while her head felt like it was buzzing. It grew worse the more blood taken from her. Her eyebrows grew close as she observed him simply discard her hand and turn his focus onto the glass filled with her dark essence. She went to hold the hand close once she was let free. Karie had given him no protest, or struggle. She knew she wasn't in Kansas any more so anything done here was new, though so far from exciting it was almost comical. Only, she wasn't smiling. Not like all those servants of his. Was it a drug? Or... what?<br/><br/>Karie listened as he explained her heritage and sat there with some disbelief. There had been nothing special about her or she'd have know. Wouldn't she have?<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I don't understand..."</span>she told him quietly, noting how he used her full name as opposed to what her friends called her. She checked under the handkerchief he had provided quickly before placing it back over and looked up to him.<br/><br/>He turned the conversation onto their current situation and she began to feel extremely small. Her face shifted away from his hand before it made contact with her. He didn't care that it was the side of face that hurt so bad at the slightest of pressure. While her body might be more than happy to receive his touch, she was not. He had taken her from her world and wanted to use her simply because of her blood? He was an idiot, in her opinion. A very dangerous and ambitious idiot at that.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"You make it seem like I don't matter, and yet you take such efforts and fuss over me. I'm sure the shock of you kidnapping me will go away and I'll become another wall flower for you. Until you want some of my precious blood." </span>Her words came out even and carefully spoken while she watched a face that held no care, no excited interest as it had when she first met him. She felt a fool for falling for such a pretty face. Karie wanted to curl up and cry out of self pity, but never would she in front of him. It became a silent vow to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"As long as you don't expect too much out of me, I'm sure I can find it in my heart to behave." </span>Karie's eyes watched his carefully, holding her hand up close to her chest.