Oh now, I do not think you should enjoy what wicked ideas I could come up with when it comes to my pet.

[ She says, with one of those tones that brokes no argument, and though the Drow certainly do not have a high opinion of most who are not Drow, Akua Sahelian has experience, and what are Praesi if not Drow in the sunlight. Her fingers drift upward, to brush against Sebastian's cheek, as if she were demonstrating her control.

Or rather "control" for no binding applied to the demon next to her. ]

After all, beneath this very pretty veneer is quite the catch. He's capable of nearly anything I would ask for. Why, if I ripped my dress, he would mend it before your very eyes, and you would question whether you saw it rip at all.

[ Her lips curled into a touch of a smile. ]

Is that not correct? Would you like to show them how... perfectly suited you are to such work? Or should we demonstrate some of your other talents for them?

[ Her tone was flirty, as it often was, but her smile was wicked. ]