Lethtendris only eyed the two for a long moment, watching the half-elf’s antics with an empty expression on his face, even until long after her lips had stopped moving. And for a moment the warlock’s private chambers were deathly silent, punctuated only occasionally by the succubus’s uneasy hooves taking a half-step backward.<br/><br/>“Do you think this is a game?” The warlock demanded, finally breaking the silence. His voice was not that of a strict headmaster, or a frustrated teacher. It was a mirthless voice that sounded if it had never told a joke or even been teased to laughter. It was a sound that was dark and terrible; one that would have put demons to fright. His deeply piercing emerald eyes were boring into Emilia’s, his expression a wilting gaze that held a primal, instinctual quality to them. His eyes didn’t speak of the hierarchy between teacher and student, or master and demon; instead, it held the most natural and primitive of all relationships -- stronger and weaker, man and animal, dominance and subordinance.<br/><br/>“Come here.” The warlock’s voice left no room for argument or question; it was stated purely as a command. His eyes shifted to the succubus. He watched pleased as the succubus started forward the second the word left his lips, her hooved feet moving on their own accord as she stopped in front of the warlock’s desk. His eyes followed the succubus, not even watching his new apprentice out of the corner of his peripheral vision. He assumed she would obey.<br/><br/>“Master, Abby just wanted to pl---” The succubus nearly jumped backwards as the warlock slammed the quill against his desk, snapping the fragile instrument into shards. The anger in his eyes was clearly palpable.<br/><br/>“Silence, you worthless succubus!” Lethtendris rose from his leatherbound chair, gathering his robes as he stood tall and erect, and walked around the table toward the succubus. “This is the third time I’ve ordered you not to seduce my apprentices…” His eyes shifted toward Emilia as he eyed her up and down. He made note of her appearance, though he made no signs of it on his expression. “How do you think I should punish you this time, Abigail?” His voice lowered to a dangerous, sinister quality.<br/><br/>Lethtendris walked a slow circle around his new apprentice, his eyes studying her up and down. There was no shame in his eyes as he inspected her like he would a piece of fruit. The succubus only whimpered in reply, experienced enough to know that when her Master called for silence, he expected it. “Both of you. Get on your knees.” The warlock stopped in front of his apprentice, his wilting gaze turned to her eyes. He could hear the succubus’s knees immediately dropping onto the rug beneath them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>