Veskin's expression seemed to pale slightly as he followed the others into the verdant cave, his smooth face momentarily appearing almost sunken and hollow - but then it was gone, replaced by a razor-thin smile that would have fit better on a prowling animal than a man. To his skeletal servants, he simply commanded "Guard", reiterating their basic instructions to do nothing unless he or they were threatened directly, then stepped foward towards the hovering Zephyr. Grabbing her by the ankle, he pulled her down (assuming her levitation abilities did not resist such), so that they were face-to-face, presenting her with his cold smile directly.<br/><br/>"If you're offering yourself for fun, dear, it'd be rude of me to decline. So tell me, what makes you squeal, Zephyr?"<br/><br/>He reached out, capturing one protruding nipple between finger and thumb and pinching it as he twisted slightly.