Sensing the ease of his anger at her response and her touch, she knew that she had avoided disaster....for now.  She felt his hand glide along her skin, down from her shoulder to her arm before his own arms wrapped around her slender frame securely, ensuring that she would not move from her place upon his lap.  A small part of her wanted to resist, that urge for freedom, but she also knew it was not smart to do so.  But, it wasn't unpleasant either, as her senses seemed to alight to fire just at the touch of his skin and the closeness of his body.  They were meant to be two halves of a whole and she could not help that natural reaction, despite what her mind and heart felt at times.  It was too peculiar and complex of a relationship to properly explain and one that no one on this earth would ever truly understand.  Perhaps those who sought them out were right, perhaps they were abominations, atrocities not meant for this world.<br/><br/>She was snapped out of her thoughts as he spoke, his voice cold, despite the fact that she knew he was beginning to soften at least a little at her affections.  She tilted her head a little to one side, her eyes peering into his own.  "<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">I only ever want to please you, my love.  I will try not to disappoint you so often.</span></span>" She promised, the words purring from her lips.  She was startled at his sudden demand about what she knew he meant;  Katherine Hawkins.  Her heart beat a little faster in her chest and she drew in a small breath, thankful that her reaction happened around the same time his lips found her fingertips and she closed her eyes for a moment to savor the touch.  When he paused long enough to whisper about how he wanted her blood.  She opened her eyes and knew she needed to try and divert his attentions.<br/><br/>She keenly kept her motions smooth and her hair trailed up his spine to trace a path along his throat as she leaned in, tracing the tip of her nose against that perfect bronze flesh, her voice still a purring murmur that vibrated against his flesh.  "<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">She has not been found yet, my dear brother....but I hear the drinking of that blood can be dangerous....addictive, making one a slave to it's essence.  I would advise against the drinking of such blood, my love.  You are slave to no one, to nothing.</span></span>" She whispered, attempting to stroke his ego, to sway him, distract him in any way she knew how as she shifted slightly in his lap to draw closer to him.