Her inherent chill let him touch her. She was better than him, above petty protests, she thought, but wasn't that a bit convenient? It wasn't like she could have stopped him from examining her anyway. Her green eyes were glorious, a dragon's would be, and his own drank up some of that light. Haughty slave who'd stared at him for moving her, keeping the bridge between their eyes intact even as she toppled on the glass floor, raised just for her. A pretty fall that came to a sudden stop. She was almost sweet looking then, ass down, before she practiced her anger in his direction.<br/><br/>His answer had confused her at first, ring held up, but she would understand soon enough. Kaenta stared as she folded for the amalgamation of magic and technology turning her spells against her. He stood closer, shoe's planted on either side of her legs, so he could fence her in while the current activated all her screaming nerves. The arch of her hair was picturesque, his dragon in agony. It was her emotions dancing on her face, pivoting between the now familiar wrath but pairing with fear, that was the most rewarding.<br/><br/>He squatted down, almost sitting on her legs as he reached the ringed finger out to lift her chin so she would have to look up at him. There would still be echoes in her body from where the shocks had visited her. "You know my language." he reminded. "And you're not simple. You're not daft." It was all fair. His thumb touched the low of her lip to then trail down her chin, where the dangerous accessory supported her. A warning. The tip of his thumb even massaged the surface of the controlling jewelry to drive his point home.<br/><br/>"So why don't you show me your tongue?" he continued as a fleeting though had the ring's voice tell her beautiful chains what to do. Her body started to feel hotter, the connecting heat threatening to break up along its own path, and when it did, when he let it, the first stages of pain would start. He was already inside her. Kaenta's jaw flexed with concentration, fascination, and in that moment he was also a monster. He wouldn't mind stringing her out on a network of bustling power again. Lightning dragon fried on electricity. How ingenious.<br/><br/>"Wakana." he said, deep from his chest, as though he was tasting the name of his newest project. "Or would you rather I make you spasm and gargle in front of all these men?"