Watching Caprica in the reflection of her glass, Bellatrix took a deep breath, "I don't care. Do whatever you want, lovey."
She took a sip, then another, then knocked the entire glass back and tossed the glass haphazardly, so it landed in the fireplace and shattered. She could always get a new one. She turned to face Caprica, her corset feeling insufferably constricting and hot. Bellatric was glas she was wearing panties, herself. Less of a mess that way. She leaned forward. Two could play the taunting game, after all.
"What have you been up to?" She tried to feign disinterest, as though the question was merely to fill the air.