"Possibly because it's true." He whispered, kissing her lightly. Alexia wrapped his arms back around her waist, his busy fingers bunching up the back of her skirt, slowly but surely. "Do you not fear me?" He asked, brow furrowing slightly. It was just a question that lingered in his mind. He wondered idly, if he wanted her to fear him. Fear gave him power over a person, but he had enough power over her as it was.