"I believe that would be the pillaging." he replied, humour dancing in his eyes. "The taking of what I desire." He kept his eyes fixed on Arminas, the choice of words deliberate. He slid his hands down her arms, til he reached her wrists, griping them and pressing them back, to her sides, and almost behind her, leaning his body tight against hers, pinning her against the side of the elevator.<br/><br/>He pressed his lips lightly against hers, just brushing them, and then spoke again. "Choose. Choose the word that means you want me to stop. It will be the only one that will."