Pain, pleasure, arousal.<br/>A confusing mixture that confused him more than her sudden attack.<br/>The speed and strength was expected. He had expected no less after her awe inspiring display at her arrival.<br/>But her other actions were...<br/><br/>As he lay under her, his body breathing heavily due to all it had endured so far, he barely resisted.<br/>His subconscious oddly curious and as their lips met, he was confused by his body's reaction. Her very life essence corrupt and vile as it seemed made the ache and pain fade, made his skin regenerate and his vigor return.<br/>He was not at his peak but he would live for sure.<br/>The kiss forced an unexpected response from him. His knee rubbed her slightly as if beckoning her.<br/>To her glee there was a fluttering moment of hesitation and confusion in those strong dark blue eyes.<br/>She acted in a way he could not have foreseen. Her behaviour baffling him through its boldness, eagerness and confidence.<br/><br/>As she moved up, he rolled up onto his stomach, his wrists healing and other wounds continueing to heal. Scars would remain but then, he had plenty of those. The massive pale back contrasted with her own red skin. His black manes contrasting well with his skintone.<br/>Her words held promise and a seductive edge.<br/>His face hidden from her own sight, he smiled evilly.<br/>Indeed this one was like him. As he had assumed when seeing her in the throneroom. She played bold games and he became suspicious. The display in the throneroom indicated some factionalism. Some ambition. And where either was present there woud also be betrayal and rivalry.<br/>If this female was like him, she would desire to be the first and to imbue this twisted world with her own perception of order and morality... no matter how odd and alien that interpretation would be to him.<br/><br/>Her words had a ring of truth but that made him distrust her all the more.<br/>She tempted him in many ways. He realized that his body yearned for her more strongly than before. Something was<em> 'inside'</em>him. It was not an unpleasant sensation but not comforting either.<br/>She had plans and ambitions that was for sure. If so that would explain why the Royal Guard dying was irrelevant to her.<br/>And why she'd bother with him.<br/>She would give him means to improve his odds but she would demand a heavy price for it. He did not doubt she had plans, ambitious ones.<br/>He did not doubt he could not win their duel. Not without ample planning.<br/>Nor did he believe one would just be 'let out of here'.<br/>He smirked maliciously suddenly as thoughts became plots. Opportunities presented themselves.<br/>The woman was like him but she threaded a dangerous path if she hoped to use one so like her... very dangerous.<br/>Perhaps he could give her ambitions and plans a twist to his advantage but to do so... he'd have to play his part.<br/><strong><em>Knight to a Queen.</em></strong>The idea pleased him oddly. The thought of kissing those boots at once repulsed him yet aroused him at the same time. As he rolled down onto his back, he looked at her as she flew overhead.<br/>She was beautiful and strong. Bold and ambitious.<br/>He decided to add a twist to her proposal. He had his reasons for it.<strong>"And what if... I don't wish to leave. What do I get out of it?"</strong><br/>He stared at her gaze with great interest. He did not pull away his gaze as she expected but at the same time he was most impressed by its intensity.<br/>Like two packleaders facing of. An Alpha Male and an Alpha Female. Potential foes, potential lovers. Perhaps both depending on their mood of the day?<br/>Except he realized for now... he was little more than the young challenger. For now...<br/>He rose up but held the blade. He saluted her.<strong>"I am Magnus Thane, Baron of Khone. Grand Master of the Black Knights"</strong>he said.<strong>"And I seem slightly lost..."</strong>he added with a dry touch of humor. Lowering his blade he threw it to her,not expecting it to be difficult to catch.<br/><strong>"I'm unarmed now. I'll follow. You lead m'lady"</strong>he said. He was unarmed and hence theoretically defenceless. But then he had lacked weapons and clothing to begin with...<br/><em><strong>'For now. It remains to be seen if Queen takes Knight each and every turn... or if I can change the rules of this little game'</strong></em>he thought.<br/><br/>