*folds her hands before her chin and presses her lips to them, peering over at Vergil and narrowing her eyes* I do not think you would desire to<em>lure</em>out the Domme in me, that is. . . Unless you have no problem with CBT and having my boot heel shoved into your ass. *smirks a bit wickedly as her eyes glint* My pet boi has had that happen to him many a times when he's a disobedient foot rest.