<span style="font-style: italic">"Perhaps you should instead ask what you want from me."</span><br/><br/>The Cad felt himself flushing, and kneaded the hilt of his stiletto with his thumb.  Her posturing was rapidly causing all sorts of alarms to go off in his head, and elsewhere.  But he stifled them mightily.  His mind raced,<span style="font-style: italic">I've got to save my friends, not...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My name... is Reddel. I would like to know your name, young Cadester... your friends called you The Cad. I doubt that is your true name. The fact that you remember your heritage is already proof of who and what you are, but I need to know more if I am to help you."</span><br/><br/>In his distress, Zeref felt himself strain to keep from screaming at her.  The only things that held him back were her gentle voice and the continued provocative display she was putting on.  And... she knew him, far better than at first he'd thought.  Just how long had she been shadowing him?  Did she know him even before the MindKiller strike?  How much of him was in her?  He bit his tongue to keep silent.  He wasn't about to divulge anything more to her... let alone the only thing he treasured in life more than anything else; his given name.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"There would be a lot I would want from you. But for your friends' sakes, I fear we don't have time to waste with the pleasures we would have to offer each other."</span><br/><br/>He wasn't about to deny that, despite her world-shattering appearance, he found himself... very, very much drawn to her... viscerally.  He hungered for her sex to be wrapped around him, to fondle those luscious breasts, to drag his fingers down the delicate frame of her back...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I heard your belly crying for an occupant. Tell me, young Cadester... tell me your name, and tell me what you see when you look at me. Tell me what your instincts scream at you to do to me."</span><br/><br/>...an occupant.  An...<span style="font-style: italic">occupant</span>.<br/><br/>His stomach burned at the thought of her inside him.  Predation sang in his blood and he grit his teeth, a strange sound gliding up his throat and percolating out into the jungle air.  A snarl.  A noise that should never come from a human's body, not in Zeref's mind.  A feral sound that was something beyond... or before... his humanity.<br/><br/>"I..." he began, salivating at the thought of her curves sliding into him.  He stopped, and squeezed his eyes shut.  The stiletto shook in his hand.  Every muscle in his body drew taut.  Thoughts of his friends, their bodies draining of life, slipped through his distraught mind.<br/><br/>She wanted an answer.  She wanted... was this to break him?  Was she, in some sick fit of power, trying to crush his will, to make him admit to the predator within him?  If he caved, and spoke... would she win?  He wouldn't let her win.  He wanted her to know just how dangerous a position she was really in.  She would not crush him.  Rather, he would use his instinct... he would conquer her.<br/><br/>He strode quickly, stopping beside her, a breath's distance from her.  He gazed down into her golden eyes and bared his teeth, breathing heavily into her face.<br/><br/>His words came as caustic breezes.  "I want to... and can... devour you totally."  Every word slipped through his teeth as if those gleaming white rows were trying to hold back the monster he felt inside of him.  "And I will, very soon, unless you very quickly get to the point, and help me free my friends."<br/><br/>His stiletto was clutched, forgotten, in his hand, held quiveringly close to his body.  All of him was a weapon now, burning with the fire of hunger.