Alyssa was sitting on the sofa, in the barest sense of the word. Reclined back and leg up on the empty cushions, she looked between the captive and Nathaniel.  She drew back her lips in a mock-snarl and stood to her feet.<br/><br/>She began pacing on the opposite side of the cabin, careful enough to keep a close distance between her and dinner. Well closer than Nathaniel was, anyway.<br/><br/>The girl stopped moving turning her face to look at Nathaniel, her body still facing towards the prey. Her voice was low and had the gravel of impatience and too much smoking.<br/><br/>"So is this going to be nice, or is it going to be nasty?"