Celia stared back impishly, a delinquent fire in her green eyes. She smirked at him as he spoke and moved against her, "Bring it," She hissed, not a trace of fear in her voice. Annette had always told her that men like this were all talk. They used fear tactics to get women to do what they wanted. A woman with a strong will could through them off, and the balance of power would shift to the woman's favor. That's all this world was, anyway. Only power.