<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr/>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br/>Private room<br/><hr/><br/>Tobias was surprised with the almost-attack on the bimbo at the bar, and adjusted his grip on Mare, one hand on her right wrist for the rest of the walk to the elevator. He knew that she was dangerous, but wasn't expecting that...<br/><br/>As he closed the door to his private room behind him, he expanded his senses, and felt the change of her essence, her power. He knew that sensation, had dealt with weres before. Had killed many over the years, escaped from a few as well. He even had several who were occasional guests at the club, but none who were in the state she was in now. He'd never experienced it quite like this...<br/><br/>Locking the door, he turned back toward Mare. "You must be her other side," he said coolly. "Your duality isn't cleanly connected, is it?" He walked toward her slowly, carefully. He knew that if it came to a real fight, he could handle her, but it would not be a good experience for either of them.<br/><br/>So the only thing to do would be to take control from the outset, and not let go. As he got close to the couch, he suddenly blurred into motion, grabbing Mare's neck and spreading her out on the couch. He held her down, keeping her where he wanted her, while he climbed up on top of her, mounting her in all but the most erotic sense of the word.<br/><br/>He leaned down and growled softly, imitating the werewolf style. "Slave or prey, it doesn't matter to me," he growled, "but tonight, you will be mine." He didn't quite mean what he was saying, but he was certain that establishing his dominance and control was essential to getting Mare through the night.