She looked up at him, eyes bright with pleasure, but flashing dark in a quick warning. "I may let people play with my toys sometimes, but that doesn't mean you get to break them." She shifted a bit, pulling away from Edward just enough to settle on the floor, pulling him to lounge lightly in her lap... the fact that her pure white outfit was quickly getting marked with red didn't phase her in the slightest. Her fingers slid over his face lightly, outlining it, pushing his hair off his brow.
"He's tired... can't you see that? Part of the responsibility of holding that whip, doll, is knowing when it's enough." She looked back up at Henry, smirking slowly. "Like the way that feels in your hand, do you? Tell me what you're feeling, and I may give you something else to whip if you feel the need."