<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elysia</span></span><br/><br/>"Is that really how you see it?" Elysia asked as Nathan explained that he was tired of feeling as though he was whoring himself out. She could see how his experiences in the past would make him think that way but what he was doing for her was different. "You're providing me with sustenance to keep me alive. I would think of it more as a paid donation. If it weren't for people like you who are willing to take the role as PNC, we would be back to the massacres of old. This way, we can live mostly in peace. Isn't that better? You're doing something good," she insisted, her thumb brushing across his cheek again.<br/><br/>"Even if you had not signed a contract with me and we had become friends, I would have offered to help your mother." It was unlikely that they would have become friends if things had not turned out this way. Elysia did not find herself around many humans, save for those she employed or sought business from. "I don't have a lot of real friends. It's nice to consider you one," she smiled. "So take the money and don't feel guilty. I don't think any less of you for it."<br/><br/>Elysia watched while Natha undid the rest of his buttons. Once his shirt fell open she moved her hands to his chest, brushing them upwards and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. "I like the games we play, too," she purred, brushing her lips across his shoulder. "You're not the one causing me grief," she insisted. "As you get older you will tire of me and will want a normal human life. I want that for you. You deserve it." She didn't really want to talk of this any longer. She was jealous of his being a human. She wished she could return to her own life before she met Jack.<br/><br/>Nathan's mouth found hers and Sia kissed him back enthusiastically, her fingers moving through his hair. When they parted he reminded her of the handcuffs and she laughed lightly. "Reward? I don't recall promising you that," she tutted, standing up and pulling him to his feet. "Come on then."<br/><br/>She led him out into the hall and down to her room. Once they were inside she shut the door and gently pushed him in the direction of the bed. "Let me see," she tried to recall where she had last left them, moving to her dresser and rooting through her underwear drawer until she found them. They were covered in soft, spongy brown leather around the cuffs to protect the wrists from injury.<br/><br/>"Here we are," she turned to face Nathan and arched a dark eyebrow with a grin. "Are you wearing them or am I?"