Fairspell Meadow mister, i've seen scary and you ain't got his smile

Bane laughs charmingly at her reaction, thinking of how obvious it was that she simply could not resist much longer and, perhaps, proving her point right. He metaphorically felt his hand wrap around her like a bird's cage, and she was defenseless to his guns. Or perhaps she was not. Leaning closer to him, the deadly nightshade makes her move, purring the terms to an agreement that Bane himself had honestly considered already. And then with a single word she seals the pact, and Bane's smile resurfaces. Dangerous name for a dangerous woman, I suppose? he chuckles, Very well... then leans into her himself to whisper the words he fears will turn everything around. I am Bane Blackfeather his voice is coarse, passionate; the pleasure he senses by saying his own name is evident, and he passes that feeling on with a daring lick behind her ear.