<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The change of emotion came so swiftly; one moment she could feel the heat and hunger in his gaze and the next, she felt his fury. She didn't know which one excited her more; desire...or anger? Anger, of course.<br/><br/>When he produced the flat, velvet box Zara had to struggle not to snap at him to put it away. She was not certain what it was, but if it could not be used to bring her any amount of pain, then she wanted nothing to do with it. She shifted and raised herself up on her bed, lazily shifting until she was sitting on her bed with her knees spread apart, offering him a complete view of her scantly clad body.<br/><br/>Her head tilted to the side, dark locks cascading down one shoulder as hazel eyes stared at the box and then into Harry's eyes, her voice curious, "What do you have in the box, Harry?" Her lips curved into a slightly humorless smile as she teased, "Trinkets to win my affection, hm? I hope not. I do hope you know...anything you do to me here..." Her fingertips caressed her bedsheets, eyes smouldering with desire, "...will be more than enough to win me over."<br/><br/>But try as she might, she couldn't stop looking at the velvet box, or at the man standing before her. She could see that some of the anger had diminished, but there was still some there. And she wanted to latch on to it, to feed into it until he lashed out at her.<br/><br/>In a soft voice, Zara shifted and scooted closer to the middle of the bed, repeating quietly once more, "What do you have in the box, Colonel?"</span>