He watched her body elongate and tension entered her muscles before she relaxed them. He had particular appreciation for the human form that went beyond sexual interest. Mainly he enjoyed seeing how much it could endure though in regards to her he wanted to know what made her work. What set her on fire? What made her wince. All things about her were interesting to Rodolphus.
When she brought up the following day he instantly made a face and pushed away from the door jam to come sit on the bed. "Of course I'm not ready. I would rather be held over hot lava. If I had my way we would have run away so as to avoid this entire fucking mess." But it wasn't either of their choice so he would simply tolerate. As would she. This was the price they would pay for peace later when it was all said and done.
"And was your mother at least satisfied with tonight's events?" His tone was dry but he tried to keep the mockery out of his voice. All of this was just so shallow to him.