Ty'lani relinquished his ear so that she could purr suggestively at him.
"I don't want you to take me as a threat..." Her hand slid across his body, a wordless protest to it's movement escaping Keu'deh as his discomfort multiplied exponentially. "Some variation of that would be nice..."
"w-wait..." She pressed against him, her tone almost predatory.
"You were my favorite... And I've missed you." Fear came rushing back to him. It was abundantly clear what she wanted, and knowing she could likely force him into obeying was filling his mind with a blind panic.
"s-stop... please..." A derisive laugh erupted from her and she loosened her hold on him enough that she could take hold of his face, trying to force him to look at her.
"Stop? Give me one good reason why I should obey a slave?"
"i-i..." A dull rage rose in him, blanketing his fear. He reached up to unfasten the clasp on his cloak, a quiet memory telling him he'd need it off. "I'm..." Her hold on him loosened as his cloak slid free of his shoulders and he twisted to face her, catching her wrists as he moved. He wanted her gone... he wanted to make her afraid of him... and some part of him wanted to hurt her as his body began to shift, becoming more canine. The shift lent a dark timbre to his voice and he snarled at her, making her step back from him.
"I'M NOT A SLAVE!" She stared at him in shock, and some fear, as his bodysuit faded and blended with his skin and she tugged her hands against his grip.
