Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Had she known the thoughts going through Engel's head, well-- it wouldn't have been pretty for him. The shadow remained unaware, though; clearly the male was lucky Tine wasn't a mind-reader. She was possessive enough, demanding enough that it would not matter if he was happy that he had stumbled upon her again. That he had not intended to would have been all she needed to chase him off (undoubtedly with a few wounds to remember her by).
As things were, she was pleased with his response. She made a purr-like noise and pressed into the contact. I like you too. Very, very much.
The Messeda girl was already certain it would be some time before she allowed him to go back to whatever pathetic existence he had been experiencing before her. If he even wanted to go back, she thought a bit arrogantly. If she ever decided to let him go.