[ She grit her teeth when he grabbed the top of her head, but remained unshaken. She wasn't going to bow to some hair pulling, of all the childish things to deal with. Her teeth were grit into a most disturbing smile. He could call her trash and filth, but she had insulted him in such a way he could no longer brush it off his shoulders. Perfect. He could ramble on and on about how he wants to kill an abstract concept all he wants, but she knows that's not necessarily going to make it happen. She'd been skewered and impaled many times, by all kinds of weapons. She was not afraid. ]

Look at you, you are already shaken. The fact that I struck you instead of bowing my head low has already made you lose control.

Counter me all you like, but know this: until and if you truly break me, you will not drag me unto your flesh and violate me. I will not kneel before you and please you without dragging you down first. Next time I will bite it off.

[ The backhand doesn't surprise her, nor does it shake her up that much. He spiraled out of control so quickly on their first encounter it was hard to believe he was just brushing off her words a moment earlier. Her smile is still ever present when she backs up and -- finally -- lets go. ]

Is that all? I believe you told me I could settle somewhere in your domain until we started playing.