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Her head turned, but only slightly. Her agitation and discomfort must have been put on display for the world to see, because his first set of words had hinted at such. How on earth could he possibly say such things to her? Integra seethed, but kept a careful wrap on her anger. It wouldn’t do well to play into his hands — ah, but she would have to sooner or later.
Frigid orbs fixed on Alucard before quickly averting to focus elsewhere. Something simple, perhaps? After all, she couldn’t read his mind and he was being careful with his words. Or maybe she was choosing to take them a certain way. “Blood, perhaps?"
"In essence, you." As if clearing her wording up entirely, it truthfully had been looking at a young girl who'd have been scolded by the worst means necessary. She'd been put in the shoes of a servant when she'd been preened to be the one who others would fall over themselves for. Irony perhaps, but it was something different.
She was in the control of the monster; not that she had a fixated hatred of him in particular. But it put her in a place where she didn't feel safe at least he could assume. "Come closer, Integra." Still, he did not use the term that others might have expected. Enacting some childish notion of revenge and bringing it down upon her head; fruitless. If he were to garner some means of satisfaction, he'd have it his way.
And it would start in the form he found most appealing, or rather option. Her neck? No. He wouldn't mark her in such a fashion given her fear of it nor take it in that way either. But there had been one method which might have won him over just gazing at tensed lips. A temptation? Walls to be overcome? There had been plenty of ways to envision such a thing.
"Closer."
Chiding, he even adjusted his legs to rest open for a simple gesture to her senses. He wasn't wooing her in any fashion, his typical posture remained entirely straight. Not pristine, naturally, but something akin to how a lord would seat himself. Still fixated upon her, his truer wants and motives lingered somewhere just outside the line of sight.
