Astrid listened with rapt attention a light blush stealing into her cheeks, unused to anything positive being said about her. An amused smile crossed her lips when he mentioned the hate in her eyes as a positive rather then a negative as so many other people would equate it to.<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip a quivery unfamiliar feeling sweeping threw her first at the look he gave her then increasing when he said he was in awe of her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe. To think it was in the arms of the man who was supposed to break her.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure she liked the next part of his little speech and it showed on her face as her eye brows drew together slightly and she got a puzzled look on her face as she considered his words. She wanted to argue that she wasn't a slave, that if that's what he thought of her he was very, very mistaken but she held quiet. He obviously didn't think it a bad thing and she didn't want to argue while curled up in his arms, a place that was fast becoming her favorite but she tucked the thought away. She'd prove to him she was owned by no one the same way she'd proved he couldn't break her, by actions instead of words.<br/><br/>She was surprised by his reasoning for handing her over to Rogers. She'd figured earlier it was because she was a pain in the ass and the woman was basically the vice principle here. She hadn't even though about the possibility that he wouldn't want her in the hands of another man. She found that she was extremely pleased with his possessive streak especially while it was her he was being possessive of.<br/><br/>She felt herself blush again as he said he liked everything about her. The kiss he gave her was tender and lingering and she returned it in kind running her hands up his chest and around his neck as she turned slightly in his lap pressing nearer to him even as part of her mind told her she needed to slow down and pull away.<br/><br/>As the kiss ended she smiled softly up at him. She slipped her hands down to his shoulders again as she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before slipping out of his lap. As happy and content, even loving as she felt nothing could stop her survival instincts from screaming at her that she was in danger, even louder now then usual combatting the happy feeling tempering it with caution.<br/><br/>She smiled as she slipped her right hand into the sleeve of the sex slave cat suit and the struggled to do the same with the left with the thick cuff still holding on to it. After a few moments and stretching the material she managed it. She kept her hands busy first buttoning up the long row up the back of the uniform then moving over to her desk and brushing the tangles from her hair.<br/><br/>She had the compulsion to say something to him, something probably stupid and inept, or worse the truth of what she was feeling. So instead of speaking, determined to keep her mouth shut so she wouldn't make a fool of herself she hummed as she worked the brush threw her hair letting it fall in graceful waves around her shoulders.