Shuddering in response to the rubbing, Mabelle arched against Michel eagerly, no objections to where this way headed despite not exactly planning too far ahead of her own objective. "I love you," she whispered with as much emotion as she could manage with her normally flat tone, staring up at him with lips parted and cheeks flushed and no doubt in her eyes over such a bold statement. She wanted there to be no question over why she was doing this, didn't want anymore room for miscommunication between them on the issue.
Discreetly testing the sharpness of the blade still held down by her side, she eagerly placed a kiss against his lips as her fingers laced through his hair. Teeth grazing none too gently as she pulled away, she suddenly tightened her hold on the back of his head, fingernails scraping into his scalp and arm locking around his neck unyieldingly. It wouldn't do him any good to move or flinch much as she plunged the knife into his eye with a delicate precision and carefulness that he probably couldn't appreciate, removing his right eye swiftly and cleanly. She couldn't make it any clearer than that.