[ Finally, Beatrice thought. Some honest to god progress. She didn't contest being lead on a chained leash, because-- well... she did agree to play as his pet for at least part of the time, and the tension had finally broken, so there was no need to snap back at him. She strode along easily, remembering to fix her top back to normal using her magic once more. And any maid who sounded like they were disrespecting him got what they deserved, she didn't expect anything less of him.

She didn't break the silence because she wanted him to stew on what had been said to him. That, and it altogether seemed more comfortable to her as she observed everything from the chambers around her to the sight of his back. She could salvage the game that she'd been forced into. She would probably have to do a lot of things she didn't really want to along the way, though.

But what was being a witch without that kind of despair? ]

I imagine to be your bride, I have a lot of making up to do after that little scene. My, my.

[ She waits until he comes to a stop. ]

Rest assured, there are methods to my madness. If not some things, I know I can entertain you. I'm sure you could do with some of that, right?