<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69109.msg3076842#msg3076842">Quote from: Calie on 26-05-2010, 11:57:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">She listened to the way he phrased his words and then let his words roll around in her head, analyzing. She heard him moving rather noisly and wondered if he was doing that on purpose. It brought a smile to her lips. She turned slowly and found him standing very close to her now. She stood deathly still, not even the rise and fall of her chest hinted at life. A beautiful living statue. She spoke then, her words quiet,</span><br/> <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Your home sounds dangerously beautiful. I would say I would like to see it some day, but that would not be true. I do not go anywhere I am not invited, and I do not see your kind sending an invitation anytime soon."</span><br/> <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The hunger bubbled inside her. His scent was strong now that he was so close. Ursula could sense, smell and hear the blood as it boiled beneath his flesh. The crimson ring around her iris spun and flashed. However, Ursula was not one to let her desire control her. Centuries had taught her control and patience. She did however take a single step back. Not a display of submission, though it could be taken as such. She simply needed to focus and his scent floating around her head was making that very difficult.</span><br/> <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Pride can be a dangerous thing, however it has also saved my life or lack there of several times." Her voice was lower and breathy. "So where do we go from here, Velve? Please do not say there is a contract, I despise contracts..."</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"You have my invitation," Velve said simply, "and none would dare deny its merit." He watched Ursula curiously, sensing some sort of stuggle underneath her fascimile of perfect poise and control. She was not going to lose this battle, the assassin knew; Ursula was a strong creature, one that would not be ruled by her passions. He would not have approached such a creature with his offer. As Ursula took a step back, he wondered what about his proximity made her uncomfortable. He simply let the matter go, however, not wanting to risk compromising the ground he'd made in this negotiation.<br/><br/>Velve tilted his head curiously at her question. "You still control this negotiation," Velve pointed out simply. "I am still the one entreating, and so the terms are yours to decide, and mine to try and shape after you have given them."