Hideaway Strath [MATURE] I'd be willing to bet that if you don't back down,

She stands tall as he slithers around her, hooking his tail around her muzzle as he goes. 
But at his order to sit, she finds herself sitting, watching his face with newfound, veiled wariness. 
What do you think I'm going to do to you, Nyra? 
The Overseer forces her ears to stay upright, keeping her own face a mischievous smirk despite the sudden drop in her stomach. 
She thinks she knows what he's going to do, but for the sake of appearances, she answers him in a teasing tone 
"You know I like it rough, so perhaps you'll be so gentle that I end up pushing back against you, begging you to be more forceful." She muses with a shrug, like she's not worried. 
A total Brat thing to do, yes, but she felt it was better to fake strength instead of lowering herself and cowering with the piercing worry that he'd do what her father did to her.
Part of her hoped he wouldn't, the other half was bracing for it.