"Yet you take it upon yourself to go and send your toy boys off to kill my soldiers without so much as a thought to the fact that they could still be useful. Do you realise the mess you caused when you ordered Cornfoot's death?" He was still angered at her for that little stunt, almost a year later.
The look in her eyes told him that she was jealous, and that made his amusement rise just a little more. "You wear many hats, my dear. Jealousy is the least beautiful of them." He had known when she'd had her boys around - and he had buried himself into his own books, and his sword practice during those times. But he knew now he wouldn't be so friendly if she chose to play those games again. Not now, when so much was at stake.
Her frustrated desire was enough to speak to his, and he chuckled at her indignant words, even as he licked her blood from his lips. "Unfair for whom? One doesn't usually leave a wild cat uncaged when one wants to pet it." The thought of leaving her tied up there all evening was one he considered briefly, but his own desire was too close to the surface for that to be a good idea.
"And what would be fair?" he whispered across her ear as his wand slashed the ribbons from the front of her corset. Her breasts were now free, and he wondered whether she would ever feel anything remotely like vulnerability as he had her under his control.