[ Admittedly, he was hoping that she'd be put off at the very least by his instructions. Just something of that spark of defiance and putting up a struggle would make this all the more fun in the long run. So having her just accept things in such a nonchalant manner really just... well it just made it feel like the fun was taken out of it!

Still, he didn't hesitate on circling around the woman and gazing down at her perfect figure when she was done disrobing herself. Perhaps, if at the very least, she would be a suitable trophy to claim as his own. A hand does reach out to brush against her skin along her lower back and sliding up to her sides to brushing against her folded arms. Soft and supple, yet finely toned! This witch certainly does have interesting magic at her disposal if that is truly the case. ]

If nothing else, you do have an ideal body of a woman that would make a lesser man beg for. But I am no lesser man, so don't expect begging from me anytime soon. Still...

[ And as predicted, that hand will slide up to grab hold of one boob to fondle. Not sexually, but more like examining on feeling just how much of it is either real or a magical illusion. ]

I will acknowledge that your beauty and body are both worth my full attention, for however long it may take until I am bored with you. My rules are simple: I am the rules. I make them, change them, and dismiss them whenever and however I please.

They are to carried out. Failure to comply with any of them is not accepted, and will be punished by any means I see necessary. Is this understood?