Mafalda inhaled sharply, eyes slowly moving to look at the man's face. Well, no use pretending, she supposed. They both knew she wasn't there to talk. Her eyes closed when he kissed her throat, but opened again at his comment.
"I can handle anything you'd like to do to me, curses or otherwise," she said firmly, clutching her skirt tightly in her hands to stop them from shaking. She stared at him almost defiantly as he rose.