Liliya's face twisted into the slightest of frowns when Lizbeth said it had not been her choice. She had been forced? Of course, Liliya knew that the blood market was far from ideal and all of the transactions were likely on the other side of the road from legal, but this was not something she had considered. That someone could be completely forced into it despite no desire to engage in the act themselves was just... Liliya did not like that at all and her stomach turned at the notion. Yet she had not done anything wrong. Lizbeth very obviously was fond of her fangs in her neck, and of her lips, so there was nothing wrong here. And if Liliya had her way in this - she would have her way in this or else Milo would live to regret it for denying her - then that would not happen to her again for so long as she kept her. Not only did Liliya not share what was hers, but she most definitely did not allow it to be given away by someone else. The Cyri's attention was caught and dragged away back to Lizbeth when the redhead turned towards her. A breath she did not need hitched in her throat when she realized just where the woman had placed her hand.
And yet there had still not been a single word spoken about the fact that she was missing most of her leg. Either Lizbeth was really not looking there at all or she was being considerate. Liliya hoped for the first, but decided that she could be fine with either. But the fact that Lizbeth did sleep with her clients, willingly or not, made the vampire decide that it would be better to wait. She did not want to be at all connected with the others that had passed through Lizbeth's life and besides, waiting could really be better. Instead of saying anything right away, Liliya ran her thumb along Lizbeth's bottom lip before she leaned in to take another kiss, this one longer and a touch more insistent than the last had been. Her fangs even skimmed along her lip when she pulled away and rested their foreheads together. "No." Her hand slid down, fingers resting against where the woman's pulse was racing out of control. "It's not a problem. But I'm not them and I made no agreements, nor will I with anyone but you." Her eyes were fixed on Lizbeth's, both of her hands busy learning the feel of her skin. "Do you understand, Lizbeth? The only one whose opinion matters in this is yours." And hers, clearly, but she imagined that her stance had become obvious rather quickly. She's not V- that's rather the point. She let a small smile curve one corner of her mouth. "And no one else will touch you." Because that simply would not do.