[ The moment the collar makes contact with her neck, she grits her teeth and it's taking a portion of her restraint (and pride) not to disappear and reappear again. The same trick would get old, and she's steeling herself amidst her bonds for whatever she has to do. So she looks lazy, bored as her hands become bound and she's lifted into the air, making steely blue eye contact with his red eyes as her fingers clench.

There's another reason she hasn't mentioned why she's here yet, and that's other witches. She dares not betray it in her expression, keeping a lofty grin as he begins his speech of how lowly she is in his domain. Lambdadelta's voice echoes in her head. 'Find this certain man, and keep afloat in a game with him-- make it entertaining for us, or I'll punish you in the best way!'

And she had seen Lambdadelta's hell to offer, so she decided there wasn't much choice there. But she did have a cruel and fiendish heart at times-- she definitely, completely wants to teach this man his place, and prove herself. It will be hard breaking him down, but so long as she doesn't lose her will, all is not lost. She mustn't. ]

Ahahahahaha...

[ Her bonds don't stop her from laughing. ]

If you can't agree to my terms, I guess we'll have no choice but to negotiate a little. I see you're a man fond of binding a woman. [ She giggles as if she's completely on board with it, tugging where her arms are to make sure they're secure. ] So open with your preferences!

Let's play a game then, by your terms. If you can't break me, then we'll continue to play.