That smirk stayed upon his face at her next motion, and following silence. There was the dance of hunger in those icy eyes for a moment. Obedience was the quickest way to the arrogant Fallens favor, and she was its breathing personification. His earlier prediction was holding strong. This was not going to end well in the least.
But it would be a hell of a ride until then. His martini is finished but he ignores the olive, settling the glass to one side.
“There is nothing wrong with your décolletage.” He finally speaks up after giving a good long look to determine that his assessment is correct. “Any more endowed and you would be out of proportion to your frame. It would be unsightly.”