She tried to restrain herself, she really did. Honestly. But after seeing his temporarily frozen demeanor, after sensing his acceptance and resignation, she felt a surge of accomplishment. A rush that in all her impotence in this place, she still had some skill, some measure of her talent remaining and, well, she couldn't help it. She tried, but in the end the curiosity of his reaction won. Curiosity always did with her kind. It was one of her few weaknesses.
So with a lecherous grin and a teasing twitch of her eyebrows she leaned forward and asked, "Would you like it to be?"
Robin would be proud. Or jealous. Either way it was a win in her book.
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So with a lecherous grin and a teasing twitch of her eyebrows she leaned forward and asked, "Would you like it to be?"
Robin would be proud. Or jealous. Either way it was a win in her book.