Duskfire Glacier not kids no more

there it was. the anger that delights her so, in the form of his brutish show of strength. the impact of the ice beneath her spine shakes the wind from her lungs with a wheeze of a laugh. 

his ire does not instill her with fear, but wicked satisfaction. it was what she wanted, and he gave it to her so easily. a pawn at her hand. her lips curl with a grin/sneer, eyes burning as she stares up at him. 

"look at you," she purred. chin tilting, unafraid of his snapping teeth. she skims the bottom of his jaw with a ghost of a touch. "always so quick to be let off your chain. some things never change." 

she did not fight his hold. "i spoke with your new woman," she sighed. "she seems to be a moron. and to think your standards were higher. it disappoints me, truly." words are sharp as blades, as always. prodding and taunting. 

his threat was hollow to her ears, but she would bite. "is that so? what are you going to do, faust?" she grins. a fight? she would welcome it. but how unbecoming it would be for the kind of the glacier.