She didn't have her toys here, most regrettably. If she'd had, Jace would have been chained down already. Lacking that, a wall and her own vampiric strength and her great skill in compulsion would have to do. "There's my good boy, my pretty Jace..." She cooed at Jace. It was a good nice name, rolled easy of the tongue. Drusilla decided she liked it. "Such a sweet nice boy you are...." she singsonged, moving her hands up from his wrists, over his shoulders and down his chest towards his stomach... "What do we have here, pretty Jace? Been hiding from Mommy?" she asked, finding the buttons to his shirt and opening them up.