"Trifles," Matthias replied and reached out sharply to try and knock it from her hand. Only a Belmont could wield a holy object against him with success. With a chuckle, Matthias stepped forward.
"Hush, my lady, this won't harm you," He purred, voice a velvety rush of words, "In fact, it will feel exquisite if you allow." And pursed his lips, eyelids dropping.