He was not unnerved by the smile, with plump blackened lips. He barely heard the voice, coated so richly in deceptive promises. Eyes were fastened upon the lengths of curvy, long legs that were brazenly given as a gift to be seen. Eyes started at her slender ankles and made their excruciatingly slow journey upwards, along lovely calf and the gentle bend of a knee, across the milky smooth expanse of thighs where her wicked nails traced enticingly, up along her revealed hip, with its womanly swell and curve. The diaphanous material was split so high, he saw the shadowy V of her loins, hidden away beneath a thin layer of silky darkness.<br/><br/>"I have," he stated with a conviction he did not truly possess. However, he was momentarily shaken from his reverie of visually worshiping that figure, and now took two steps forward. Strides were long and confident, shortening the distance between them by half.<br/><br/>"Do you have any last words, venomous woman?" He asked, raising his sword's steely blade to direct the tip at her chest.