<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr/>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br/>Private room<br/><hr/><br/>Tobias's eyes narrowed at the question. He stepped forward, holding up his hands, showing their backs to her. As she watched, his nails sharpened and hardened as much as hers had become. With a blur of motion, the hips of her cotton panties were sliced, leaving them to drop. The cut he'd made had been sharp enough and shallow enough that his slicing motion<em>almost</em>didn't cut her flesh. He hadn't tried to avoid cutting her, though - she'd heal it quickly enough.<br/><br/>He showed her the sharpened fingernails again, unstained with blood. "You'll feel that in a few moments."<br/><br/>Now that she'd accepted his control, he was trying to provoke her beastly side, bring it out at least partway. It was impossible to lock it up... the only way she'd get control over it would be to embrace it and bring it under her own control. It wasn't some alien invasion, after all - it was part of her, as much as the blood in her veins.