“My desires are not of your concern, as of yet, that is.” Despite the position she was in, she still had that sort of attitude. His brow furrowed and a rather annoyed groan escaped his lips. Sure, he was taller than her, but he has doubts that he had a brutish kind of build.
“Do I look like Shuten-doji when drunk and out of sweets?” Of course, his knowledge of Shuten-doji may differ but he doesn’t really care. If talking about an ogre or an oni, this comes to mind.
“Or is it that you have a wish to be ‘devoured’?” He teased, taking hold of her chin to get her to look up at him. Slowly, he moved closer, but only to tease. He paused and then spoke. “On a serious note, I wish to ask. Are you my master?”