<em>Omega with Zoe in her Study</em><br/><br/>Again he would laugh at her, as if mocking her after she had fled from him again. In the end, she couldn‘t go to far. It did have a minor cuteness to it, like that of a mouse put in a snake’s cage. Naburus’s eyes always following his prey, even if his body lingered on a stillness before the book shelf.  She did have a good right to be afraid, after all, Naburus wasn’t a creature that concealed his intentions. Unlike those of a more sly nature, he wouldn’t easily give in, just to be rewarded for it in the long run. As far as trickery went, it was just for simple pleasures of toying with his prey back in the demon world; but the lack of power now prevented much of that.<br/><br/><strong>”How foolish. You will just end up being betrayed, little Zoe, just as your master betrayed you.”</strong>He sighed out, knowing better to put his own faith in mortals and other demon creatures. Mortals pacted with demons, it did nothing more than brewed trouble in his book. He still carried a lack of principal, this world wasn’t his to save and here she was to try to limit his own fun? Oh no, Naburus couldn’t have that, he saw no gain in her own requests for agreement.<br/><br/><strong>”Silly Zoe, foolish Zoe, naïve little Zoey.”</strong>His voice hummed out in almost a sing-tone melody as he slowly turned, his body language still sluggish. That too changed after he faced her, the game of cat and mouse went on long enough. He moved abruptly and quickly towards her, intent on sealing the distance between them and aiming to trap her there now against that very door. She needed to be reeducated with her own standing now in society.<br/><br/><strong>”A life? As if you can have one, even a simple one, my dear. You don’t honestly believe I would let you, after all, even if it may not been your <em>intention</em> but you did take me away from my own. Greedy Zoe, selfish Zoe, conceited little Zoey.”</strong><br/><br/>He growled out, did she take him for someone cheap that can easily be bought? He had high tastes and common whores just wasn’t one of them. His right hand instantly swiped at her, though inflicting harm wasn’t his current objective. Instead he sought to tear at her clothing a bit, attempting to leave more of figure exposed to his hungry eyes if only a means to stab at any pride she may had.<br/><br/><strong>”You request so much and yet give so little in return. To know my name you must be opened and willing to present yourself to me. Such is what comes from a pact, no? A give and take relationship.” </strong>He cooed, his words laced in sweet venom as he now stepped away from her, giving her enough room and time to conclude her decision.<strong>”And then we can go from there of other ‘fair’ agreements.”</strong>Or things they could both decide upon in being just and appropriate.