This was going to be an interesting test of wills. Think that she could impose her will upon his, did she?<br/><br/>For a brief moment his entire being was filled to the brim with shock. When the realization came that he was misled and lied to, he could only imagine the amount of chortling his<em>"most esteemed"</em>colleagues would have back at the club. Wrath replaced shock which replaced desire only just before, and even if Flashman thought that he was hardly betraying the change in mood his entire form was quite<em>literally</em>shaking with uncontained fury.<br/><br/>With his eyes latched helplessly upon the whore, he was unable to tear his gaze away as she undressed before him without even a second thought, making a delectable display of it as his tongue lashed unconsciously against his lower lip. Wrath gradually gave way to desire once again, but yet not all of it could be seeped off, resulting in a heady mix of angry passion. Indeed, he had come to make love, but with the whore's wanton provocation he resolved to fight fire with an inferno itself.<br/><br/>Instead of giving in to her gentle order, the very sight of her alluring visage gave way to an idea for him. Remembering now that he had arrived with an exquisite gift in tow, the Colonel knew too well that demanding her to<em>come</em>to him would barely work. Instead, from within his jacket he produced a sizable, flat velvet box that was sure to provoke an overlying curiosity.<br/><br/>"Not yet, Zara... not yet. I brought with me a most amusing trinket from the lands of the orient. It'd complete your ensemble as it is, I'm certain."