She couldn't help but cave into the smallest of grins at Arthur, pressing her forehead to his and also closing her eyes. She kept her voice low enough that only Arthur would hear them, trying to exclude the other household members for now. And Elisabeth kept it only as detailed as her Arthur would need in order to feel at peace, some sort of redemption. "He's a git, easy to fool. I tied him to the bed and showed him my psionic daggers. I didn't let any of his insults reach me. They couldn't. He tried to bring my parents into the situation through a guilt trip, but they're deceased...and nothing he could say would stop me. Not after what he put you through. I used hot wax on his stomach and I gave him a most embarrassing haircut, removing random slices and chunks so that he'll either have to wait for it to grow out or shave everything away, lest he want to walk around and draw unwanted humiliation toward himself."
Elisabeth kept out the seduction facade, the bloody mess. She removed the banter and dialogue exchanged. Finished, she drew away to gauge a reaction from him, whispering, "I'll...understand if you don't want me around. Sam said I was wrong to torture Ryan, but I feel that a motherly figure would go any measure to protect her child...you...whatever it is we have going here. I just wanted to erase some of those nightmares and make it distinctly clear to him that he will not touch my family." She swallowed hard and continued, "But if what I have done only made things worse and you feel uncomfortable or unsafe around me, then I can arrange to have someone else take care of you. I won't want to, but I will do what is best for you, Arthur."