Ravensblood Forest I Will Walk 500 More!

the playfulness that warmed his expression prior has fled, leaving only a hint of amusement underneath something bitter. "for me? of course not," the messeda purrs, looking like he doesn't mean a word, "but for her? don't tell me you're trying to stay in her good graces, dear boy." not that it matters now. samothes has what he wants -- he knows engel's name and his relationship to samaantine, and he can still lord it over her. if that involves twisting the truth a little, well, it saves him the effort of having to sleep with someone (although it is a shame, he could have used a little release). but he does not pull away, not yet, curious to see what engel's reaction will be -- just how wrapped around her finger does the mad woman have him?